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Waiting in the Wings

Freedom fell not as a star

the fame of instant glare

of lights, or fancied flights

She rose not on limbs

pampered or admired

for grace and glory

or bathed in applause

But at stage doors shut

On platforms bleak

With leaps of faith at

Eyrie edges, soul-searching

Pain and loss, her cross

Faltering, yet rooted as a tree

She felt armed with strength

To face another plummet too far

I’m here to catch you

A voice outside of her

Struck sharp, solar plexus

A clock striking midnight

But she stretched wings

As a bird, a chrysanthemum

In bloom, at breaking point

In highwire acts of faith

Dropping, swooping

No easy answers

Spurred her on to a time

Unknown, unfound

When she would fly

And find herself happily

No longer waiting in the wings

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings


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Sun Flight

Sun’s gold

Beats Midas waves

As molten glass

Wings rush winds

Brushing heaven’s gates

New days soar

New dreams

Rise again 

Ours to believe

And live for

© S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings


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Winter Storms

Silent updrafts

Whisk soft sands

Storm cells spin

Circling west

Shapeshifting skies

Stir Gulf winds

Cold winds spar

Waking thunderbird

Sacred-wing’d flight

From icy eyrie

Mountains loose

Winter storms

©2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway– Spreading Wings


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November Flight

Dark pencil lines

Scrawled on a tin cup sky

Rumpled as an old coat

Old man weather shoots

A few ice pellets fall short

As a new group of seven flys by

Young geese trying out test patterns

Soaring on steel-edged wings

Beyond brash city bridges

And red rush hour streams

Shrugging off cold storm clouds

It’s a season for new heroes

To race south with the sun

© 2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings


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Migrations

Once more eagles gather

The time has come

For wide winged flights

Long thundering as drums

Winnings & gleanings

Scattered gold on fields

Earthy quilts spread warm

Bright stars & stripes forever

Bracing for winter storms

Whooper flocks soar

Swooping airbrushed turf

Migrations mark turnarounds

Times, crossings & rivers

Bringing home the harvest

©2012 S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings


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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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Higher Flight

I will go, I’ll fly again
Aloft where eagles bend
And slice cool winds
With wings of steel
Where land gives way
Where rivers wend
Criss-crossing deep
With vision clear
I’ll take it all in
Wide, bigger views
Loving all that’s true
I will take flight again
I’ll whirl, laugh and play
Refusing to give up or in
I will go back to redesign
Forgotten things and dreams
And rest my soul at times
In havens evergreen
I’ll know life’s poetry more
In every splash of lake
Where sunsets spin and sink
And rise above distant hills
Where winds blow low and sweet
I will rise on wings in awe
Unafraid of the silent call
Of higher flights, above, beyond
I’ll fly this course again

© S. Michaels
Breakaway – Spreading Wings