Precocious.

 

 

Precocious.

 

Invisible dancer, Air moves with ease
buoyantly changing her imprint 
on earth's waiting surface of seasons,
yet windswept Air broadcasts ferment
of ever-mutating chicanery
by playing with weather's uncertainty.

Air can create dazzle-white sculptures
by modified temperature shift 
producing from skirts of icier currents 
drifts of her colder underslip 
as autumn- gold's feel of mellowness 
ends in blows bent on mischief.

Yet when sunk in summer depression 
breathless Air forgets to ruffle 
sails' limp need for windy adventures 
as changeling ether favours no bluster
of increase when ballet-laced
lungs tiptoe thru' sea with slow pulse.

From waltz to flamingo on coastal hills
Air loves feeling freedom where 
cliffs can hone  Divas precocious skills.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This might be the ultimate in personification: calling air precocious! This is a great poem, very unexpected, all the way thru (which I love in any writing). You use strong tangled imagery to mimic the way air insinuates itself into everything. I'm a huge fan of air, living on the fresh California coast where ocean breezes never allow particle build-up! I often sit around just marveling at how amazing the air feels here & how much that makes me love this place! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

I an addicted to personification as I easily become the subject and as in this case imagine like blazes what air could say could it speak or do could it feel .. so pleased you enjoyed the read Margie - - - huggles to you.................... Fay

[Neville]

Oh would I a morning filled with dance and poetry such as this... N

[Fay Slimm]

You are more than generous with comments like this and will send you a sniff of sweet Air's dancing skills - - - ^^^^^**********^^^^^^^^ there did you catch it......... I do hope so....................... x

[Neville]

................ :)