Saturday, December 27, 2008

Red kite

Mobbed by crows,
rising high,
high,
out of danger
effortless,
wings invincible,
wide as the world,
and silent,
riding an invisible wind
floating in blue.

On the other side
of the valley,
watching,
I drink tea
from the flask.
I eat my sandwich
then the banana,
carefully packing up
the rubbish
to take home.

Deo gratias.

10 comments:

Relatively Retiring said...

Wonderful - I can see it and feel it, (but why can't those wretched crows give the big boys a bit of peace - they dive-bomb the herons, too?)
Very Happy New Year to you.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I love watching red kites, such a beautiful bird. Thanks for reminding me!

Hope you're having a lovely holiday season

Zhoen said...

tea... good idea.

MB said...

Thanks for this lovely window view. "Disordered words" indeed! They seem carefully ordered to me. :-)

herhimnbryn said...

Good poem mm. Reminded me of The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins. YOur tea in a flask sounded perfect too.
Happy and a peaceful NY.

Anonymous said...

Loved the poem. Must have been a good day for kites - we saw quite a few on the road to Oxford. Aren't they amazing birds?

Jan

Sky said...

a lovely day it seems. spirit rising with the kite...free. :)

Cat B said...

Thanks for taking the time to notice and record. Beautiful words. Good wishes for the coming year!

mm said...

Thanks everyone. Nature does it for me, every time.

Dick said...

There are three red kites locally which ride invisible winds exactly as you describe, mm.