Slightest breath of Indian Summer caresses,

yet does not disturb guardians of your rest -   

languid elms in fixed procession - softly quiet

at the Wall of the Ascension; 

stately oak - showing spots of age,

sheltering steamy grass from persistent sun;

my heart - blessing your marker

with futile comfort of  Autumn flowers.

The gentlest whisper of air turns my gaze

to brilliant sapphire sky –

sultry birds stream into view,

glide on unseen currents,

lift with flawless enticement

from earthly affection,

join in leisurely rapture,

soar effortlessly, serenely:

pilotless on silent wings,  

companions in an ethereal dance

ascend in graceful array.

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 © Vicky M. Semones, 2012