Thursday, April 2, 2009

Travelers, Passing Through

High, so high up
elegant windjammers
they ride the sky
all their sails aloft.

Once, twice,
in the frigid breeze
so faint, so high up
I hear their cries.

"We go! We go!"


Miz Minka said...

Hi there -- I've been lurking for a while, but after reading that poem I just have to tell you: reading your blog and looking at pictures like that is welcome rest for my city-weary soul. Thank you.

Rio Arriba said...

Thank you, Miz Minka, that is very kind of you.

Roxie said...

I'm ready to fly! Has to be some merit in our constant High Plains winds.