Ascension of Larks

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Ascension of Larks

“The unseen essential awaits your enlightened heart’s

ascension to love.”--Bryant McGill

With Spring, beyond its fecundity, comes wings

of every conceivable variety; fluttering

on beauteous artful flights of Monarch butterflies,

      or humming drolly on wedges of dirt-brown munching moths, 

                 or flapping madly on descents of gnarly bats spinning

                         out of dark caverns, or an audacious glimpse of a majestic

               airie of bald eagles, or a clever cast of hungry peregrines

      dropping down like feathered missiles from the electric

azure ether to snatch rodents, or a bedazzling bevy  

of snow-white doves perching in the pink

blossoms of the tulip tree in our backyard,

or that gobbling gaggle of wild turkeys hav-

ing a squawk-off with an exotic muster of

albino peacocks on a ranch near the beach

above Hilo, or a frightened covey of quail

scurrying out of the tall grass along a dense forest trail, or a quacking

        brace of green-headed mallards flying dangerously low over some

                     concealed blinds ready to give buckshot greetings, or a

                           curt kettle of red-tailed hawks floating on thermals like

                                  bellicose kites on their daily rabbit raids, or a noisy

                                           colony of gray Pacific gulls at the beach fighting

                                                     a malicious murder of crows for scraps of

                                                     stale Wonder bread that we had tossed into

                                                     kelp-kissed negative ionic breezes, or amidst

a raucous riot of tropical colors spread out

over San Francisco Bay as frantic flocks

of conures glide masterfully around the

top of the Coit tower--              all flapping toward the crescendo, 

                                                 the epilogue,

                                                 as wondrous wedges, 

                                                 garrulous gaggles,

                                                 sensuous skeins,

                                                 flitting flushes,

                                                 skimming scolds,

                                                 scintillating sieges, &

                                                 wily wisps

of divers birds create a sky ballet to the angelic orchestrations provided by the 

restless winds, while swirling & twisting into living abstract ciphers, performing

elaborate murmurations that never cease to enthrall & entertain.

                                                      

                                             

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub "Poetics"