Moon and sun slowly twirl,
A circle dance in a coral sky.
Crows rustle their onyx robes,
Fall into the breeze to fleetly rise.
They race the day, winging east.
To follow their lead our bodies yearn.
Though you and I own lowly feet,
Within our hearts that fire burns.
You cast your shadow on the stone.
I fling my words into the sky.
It is strength and courage that we own,
When humans grasp their dream to fly.
© M. G. Iannucci 2016
“They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31
Photo: by Lilla Frerichs