Born to Fly

a stray oak leaf skittered across frozen snow and we flew together

Shoulders hunched skittering tiptoe on ice polished tarmac.
Racing down wind in tumble roll effort to rise.
Then rising in stem keeled soar of caught breeze
To sail in free wheeling swirl
Hanging ten on invisible wavering air currents
Laughing at still tied comrades all in fluttering applause
While below a hundred others huddle
Waiting for a big one in cold November sun
A few scuttle away to hide in comforting bushes
Reliving memories of safer family ties

Reviews

[child of God]

this is very a beautiful poem very vivid imagery was a pleasure to read thank you for pending this wonderful read
broken girl

[zephyrx]

i like this one, good imagery presented

[Valentine]

A poet by genes huh, me too. I like this write as there is so much to see and feel in nature that many people miss. Even a leaf blowing in the wind is something to notice. Valentine

[Ken Simm.]

Bringing a description such as this out of the apparently mundane is true art.

[Beccy]

Fascinating how the thought of something as simple as a windblown autumn leaf can lead to the creation of a simply lovely poem.

Truly, poetry is the finest art of all.

Loved this. Beccy.

[Mo]

Love your last line.
Family ties
And memories,
Fits my feelings
Perfectly.

[Corset]

what a gorgeous description of a Oak leaf, one line , if i might mention without insinuating any kind of change should be made with your beautiful poem, actually one word, would I personally change, bushes to blushes, since you have personified the leaves and given them life, I just (in my humblest of opinions) want to read that as blushes, as leaves turn red when they fall. beautifully depicted!

[Donald Meikle]

sounds good but my ego resisted it

[Corset]

just as it should be

[Nick Erickson]

Every time I take flight, this is what it's like, and I'm just a passenger - not even the pilot.
Well done.

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

I know I wouldn't have the courage, but I have heard it is an amazing feeling. You have captured it well, the lift of it - and hard hit the meaning in the last few lines. Your work is refreshing and real. Thank you for sharing it. ~Pamela

[J]

Wonderfully freewheeling joy . . . not a one who can create sweeter candy for the inner eye. I have a vision looking down on all these high-pitched chattering whisps hopping up and down waiting for the next "big one!" Oh how I love this one, luv. Creative happy! Thank you!