Wind Dance
I ride the singing notes
to worlds where eyes have never been.
A cyclone blast,
and jettisoned puffs in frenzied spray;
dance in stratospheric delight.
Fluttering wings grasp gale;
spinning ecstatic heights,
a concerto of breezes
in 2/4 time;
as higher I climb.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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