In dark silhouette,
a flock of birds
swift and low,
across a sky cloaked in clouds of gray
in shades that drift
and slowly shift,
Wind, heavy with weather, quickens.
Branches wag their fingers at the sky.
And still they come,
scores of birds,
reading the signs of the clouds,
believing the whine of the wind.
They look so sure of where they’re going.
Some inborn knowing of nature
sends them racing past the trees,
against the breeze.
Are they seeking shelter?
Outrunning the rain?
Or simply celebrating
wings and wind
and the miracle of uplift
on a fresh tide of air
as rain begins to fall.
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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