At last
The golden sun
Lighting up my back
Casts my crouching shadow
On the silver shining fields
Gulls sail
On the windy edge
All but one, serene
But he, he is different
This is his moment
Cavorting with joy
Twisting and calling
And carried away
By the strength of his powers
Amazed at how he can fly
Embraced, then let go
By the autumn breeze
Again, again
He calls to the wind
In thrall to the peril of
weightless, boundless love
#CoSopoetry