I Owe Wild Things: A Thanks Giving

I owe wild things for my heart’s flight.
Merganser, goldeneye, goose, teal,
Returned to lift cold autumn’s kite.

Flotillas, rafted like with like
Then skitter, scattering skyward.
I owe wild things for my heart’s flight.

Fall wind, skeletal trees, this blight
Damp dread pours tears, yet now they have
Returned to lift cold autumn’s kite.

Feathered, rust, pearl gray, winged might,
Their broad boat bodies elevate.
I owe wild things for my heart’s flight.

I ride their wake high holding tight
My faith in life. Trust Love to come,
Returned to lift cold autumn’s kite.

Let loose anchor of past dark night.
These birds, their flight, my spirit soars.
I owe wild things for my heart’s flight.
Returned to lift cold autumn’s kite.