I sometimes forget
who I am
supposed to be
until a prized wind
raises the scent of rain
off of mossy rock to me
©∞Chagall 2017
Please know that every cherita I will ever write
will be inspired by Celestine @ Reading Pleasure
Alas, so very few of my cheritae will ever be as good as hers. 🙂
Love & Peace —CC
Late autumn hot
unique humid
sea breezes in-land
colors still ablaze
I a burnt copper
in setting gold sun
reflections, perfect blues.
Chagall 2015
I realized then that it was far, far away
in the distance, the small v of an eagle
who slowly rises, dips on currents of air
© Chagall 2015
Throwing out ballast to rise, near dusk,
light air and low flame,
up-draft we go!
Nice little buckle, a trade-wind slap,
but we straight right-up, real fast or we topple.
In the vertical slow chugging puff,
on low winds, poooffft we slow down,
the gondola pendulums,
aerial inertia.
Sometimes I just hold sway,
drop anchors, tie a taut-line,
buoyant, and hover there over
forever, where you are.
Pretty much every day.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 