Come, Let's Fly

A L O H A,

Friend!

YOU are welcome, Come In

photos on the click!

Would YOU rather be an immortal, imposing image of a bird

or a tiny, tremulous, burbling, living, bird?

"Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray,

With joyous musick wake the dawning day."

Alexander Pope

Pretty - Poised - Patient

"Birdes of a feather will flocke togither."

Marcus Valerius Martial

One Little Boy in a Crowd

“The God to whom little boys say their prayers

has a face very like their mother's"
James Matthew Barrie

Do you still dream of flying?

Do you still consider strapping on some wings,

or a cape,

and running full speed

down the leaf-covered hill?

Are the birds your friends

whisperings secrets

of love

just to you?

Does your heart soar

and plunge

while whily wind

whoops

promising freedom

and speed?

To swim, to fly, to dance;

casting your fancy to capricious Gyre's chance.

Something it is - called the essential

"You"

that longs

not to leave this earth

but to kiss it from the

Blue. cloudia

Inspired by one of my favourite Poets:

Flying
by Richard Wilbur

Treetops are not so high
Nor I so low
That I don’t instinctively know
How it would be to fly

Through gaps that the wind makes, when
The leaves arouse
And there is a lifting of boughs
That settle and lift again.

Whatever my kind may be,
It is not absurd
To confuse myself with a bird
For the space of a reverie:

My species never flew,
But I somehow know
It is something that long ago
I almost adapted to.

Aloha.

You & I are birds of a feather! Cloudia