Spring comes on the wings of a swallowed-tailed kite
ascetic white and black
scissoring the sky
hungry for life
gorging on the wing
whispering into the wind
secrets gleaned from darker places, deeper jungles
flying from fire
into a landscape pregnant with promise
and devastation
Circling. Circling.
Those who stop
to look
to watch
to pray
to cry
to listen
to praise
are saved.
Spring comes on the wings of a swallowed-tailed kite
ascetic white and black
scissoring the sky
hungry for life
gorging on the wing
whispering into the wind
secrets gleaned from darker places, deeper jungles
flying from fire
into a landscape pregnant with promise
and devastation
Wheeling. Wheeling.
Those who stop
to look
to watch
to pray
to cry
to listen
to mourn
cannot escape
but they are saved.
