Retreat

The land lies deathly quiet

under cold's hard hand.

The sun, he still visits

but his heat is elsewhere.

And so that season winter

drags on...

And on...

And on.

But as the moons pass by

slow change,

the slowest change

occurs.

The sun visits longer,

he's had his fill

of the globe's other side. 

And with the sun

comes the wind.

Transformed from cold to cool

and from cool to warm.

She comes up back from

her equatorial lodgings.

The sea sends her on her way,

and she herself bids the snow depart.

Winter is beautiful in its own way

but yet the people smile again to see this

Retreat.

Seven Three Seven

The final turn on the asphalt

and then the sudden pause.

The pilot waits,

the suspense grows.

Just when it seems

like it'll never happen,

the engines begin to sing in unison.

The hum gets louder,

a crescendo of moving metal.

The plane begins to move,

the wheels start to turn.

Brakes released,

and the bird can't hold back,

can't refuse the beckoning sky.

Barrelling down the runway

the grass becomes a blur

as the hum turns into a roar.

And then...

weightless.

"The captain has now

turned off the seat-belt sign."

What a view.