unless a kernel of wheat
falls to the ground and dies
golden waves cease to be
eagle soars effortlessly
warmth of sun caressing feathers
gliding upon the invisible
singing its heart out
with notes of a flute
swirling about in translucent mist
wings extend their reach
scratching surface of wind
outstretched with wanting of cliff's edge
alighting upon crag of spent hopes
searching for what once was
echoes of song return
as feather released
once again search begins
quill with new purpose
must submit to downward pull
beauty of spiral descent
balancing between rainbow colors
the end it knows not
mystical waves of air uplifts
shadowed voids disrupt flight
no matter length of days and nights
soft touch onto garden lands
purpose accomplished
decorating sky with the dance
each a complete sacrifice
each an offering given
kernel falls and dies
eagle molts
new beauty and life begin again
I like the circularity of
I like the circularity of this poem.
Starward