A still autumn morning
Cloud sits low
Soft edges brushing
The tops of the hills
Jackdaws love
Testing their boundaries
Ascending steeply
Into the mist
Returning with joy
Into the light
Knowing they are loved
In the arms of the air
Each bird a point of agreement
In the conversation
Between turbulence and flow.
Each climb a days ending
Each fall a new dawn
Set down your haversack
Full of troubles
At the top of your highest hill
Face into the day
And fall.
#CoSopoetry