Drumlin Flight

Rising chords echo & fall
Songs of ancient days
Circling above cityscapes
Beyond cringing steel
& criss-crossed potholes
I explore. Freedom flys.
Eyelashes flicker in sleep.
Wings etched as glass
Paint eskers, ridges, hills
Marshes, valleys, grasslands
Waves golden, green, russet
Rushing winds surround me
Tempe rhythms beat time
Into shorelines, drumlin heights
And in dreams, I often soar
As a bird, returning
Earth to earth
Sky to sky
Restoring places unseen
Tracing God’s footprints

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings

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