Week 3.24: Four Kites

Week 3.24:  Four Kites
I had to write a poem. Yes. Had to. As in: couldn't resist. Compelled. Felt drawn to do this:

Four Kites

Yesterday busy, full

Here then there and all

Chores and things

Then spied the wings

Kites! Oh, please,

please, can we?

Heart leaps reply

Longing for sky

Piled in car

to hill not far

Everything different

Everything changed

Wind in hair

Now here, now there

Plunge then soar

Chasing more

Ribbons and tails

Then four kites sail

 Breeze turns to chill

I want to stay still

Tossed, tugged

Pushed, pulled

Tangled then freed

Like my soul

© 2012 Sarah Bess