The Dash-8 aircraft is a hovering
imitation, seagull-flapping
engines glisten
under sun's nourishing cover
from my window perch clouds
create cotton balls of
misshapen puffs sprinkled
across the sky
the plane becoming a glider
at 18,000 feet, descends
pencil-line roads inch across
green swaths of colour
on a busy pallet
a friendship of farms
quilted in patterns below
civilization a photo album of
cottages circled by lakes
poured into
a sink-hole of woods
our earthly landing a relief.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
Esther | March 25, 2012 - 17:49
I just thought safe landing and then of my own thoughts as I wait for my plane to hopefully land.
Smashing!
Richard L. Prov... | March 25, 2012 - 18:59
Wow, Esther. Thank you for your very lovely comment. Cheers. Richard LP