The Darker Angel of the North

Soft, silent, you came With the breeze over the pines, a northern angel, wings spread, Feathers like fingers, Feeling, catching   Every nuance.   A master of energy, you exploit the faintest currents of air.  You hardly seem to move, No beat, no flap, just a hint of tilt,  and an opening like a fan, of wingtip and tail.     You close the span, narrow the profile, incline... Read more »