breeze and breath,
bees and bird song symphony,
flower blossoms dancing to the wind,
skies of blue and warmth of sun on skin.
Leaping from stardust to stardust,
sometimes the in-between drop to earth
is a free-falling sensation;
boundaries snapping back in place,
Galaxy spirals, centrifugal force,
keep your eyes on the light of the moon.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019