Sonnet for First Flight

This morning, early rain so sweetly kissed
my face, while all around me spicy leaves
commenced to fall. The shifting air is bliss:
a twirling cirque soleil that sharply weaves

and flips. I long to join that acrobat
who wheels and beckons me from far above:
the autumn's fading stories landing flat
upon my head as if to offer love;

a spinning, wheeling, circling of scent
and sight and flight that flings my rusty caw
aloft on winds of amorous intent.
I spread my shaky, tattered wings in awe,

then quaking, shivering, turning in delight,
I join my lover's early morning flight.

Good on ya Russ, for making your way back to post something new. Been a while, hasn't it? Nice effort, wonder what the others might think, tho? <bump>

Okay, it's a bit schmaltzy. I can live with that. I knew it when I wrote it. I still like it. <bump>

It's rather lovely.

Thanks! The POV for the person in the poem is a young woman I know who is exploring her way outward.

I find it quite beautiful.