Soul Flying

March has a reputation for windy days, and this past weekend was no exception. A good time to fly kites for those daring enough to harness the bluster.

Soul Flying

Jacket tightening gusts

send winter dirt skittering

across empty fields

and kick up dust to smudge

the sneakers of kite runners,

bouncing on rushes of frisson.

Shouts like bubbles of champagne

rise on lusty breezes, hitch rides

on trailing tails, threads of magic.

Colors vivid as scarlet tanagers

and goldfinches at the feeder

take flight above laughing

faces, sometimes muffled

by the masks we wear. Still,

a time to crack open spring.

Kite flying and "socially

acceptable distancing" natural

as an eagle freewheeling

on the wind.  

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor