Flight

Quieter than the church door
On wings buoyed by light
A darting coal coloured bird
Glides the air at dusk

As the heat of day fades
Warm breast makes for the rest of home
High on fingers of wood
Edged by coloured velvet

Landing to sway, looks around
Clear to sing and call to play
Rushed not by time
Unhurried by another world

Springs with a flurry
Sweeping the green to the blue
Increased in rhythm
Riding away into the night