Aloft feels so good.
That’s where my spirit soars,
above the horizon, beyond the blue.

And yet...

some days I am perched,
unable to find my beloved breeze
as these knees fall
too close to the ground and

I beg my God, to please...

gift me with stronger wings,
let me stay aloft where the air is free.

I made the mistake of turning on the TV.
Finding no clean air to breathe,
and no images of strength and beauty combined
(I’m not the pageantry kind)
I finally remembered the vibrant fall flowers
I bought only two days ago that begged to be
anchored down before the next chill.

And my spirit suddenly soared
as I headed for the front door
to carefully plant the living colors
that shall welcome my seasonal fall.

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