Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Kites

They snatch the colours of an autumn hillside for their finery

And the breath of a thousand breezes to set them eternally

sailing amongst the clouds

Calling to one another

and their watchful Mother

The Sun

They patched the sparkling frosts of winter branches

and the creams of sleeping grasses into their fiery forms

Learnt movement from still summer days and turbulent storms

Hailing creation's smile

Feeding on the wing rather

than leave their constant Father

The Sky

They matched the contours of their spiritual cry

to the mountainous peeks wherein their livings lie

Wailing beyond the Moon

Romancing the collections

of their massed reflections

Th Stars