Autumn Kettle

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NOVEMBER 4, 2009 8:08AM

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Broadwings kettle in boundless sky,

white tails flashing in shining sun.

New entrants join from hidden nests,

merging into rising circles.

They soar higher, waiting for some

trusty instinct,

their signal to peel away and sail off to the south, buoyed

by the warm airy cushion that carries them to winter homes.

We watch, enraptured by the sight,

their complex dance, their joy in flight.

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You capture the feelings of watching the migration on a crisp fall day. Beautifully done! ~R~

Chuck A. Stetson

November 04, 2009 10:06 AM

They'll be showing up in my neighborhood soon!

Michael Rodgers

November 04, 2009 10:48 AM

oh, this is perfect. wow. this is just lovely. i can see it so clealry. thank you. love love lvoe!

Theodora L'Engle Knight

November 04, 2009 10:50 AM

There is something so uplifting about watching birds in flight and you have captured the feeling very well, my friend.

Torman

November 04, 2009 12:11 PM

Thank you, Chuck.

Michael: Keep your hawk-eyes peeled.

Theodora: Glad to provide a vision.

Torman: Thank you for thinking so. I'm so jealous of birds.

AtHomePilgrim

November 04, 2009 12:17 PM

I'll wave to them when they get here.

T. Michael Stone

November 04, 2009 12:38 PM

This made that knot in my stomach go away. . .thanks for that.

Chicago Guy

November 04, 2009 02:46 PM

T Michael: I thought the Hawks showed up in Atlanta at the beginning of the month.

ChiGuy: I'm very pleased if that is so. You deserve to be knot-free.

AtHomePilgrim

November 04, 2009 03:03 PM

I always worry about them... every year. Worry.