November birds

November birds dancing in the still blue sky.

Weaving patterns of air

A flock drops in from the sun, 

Another swirls in from the trees to the left.

Curling past each other

Spiraling in and out

Separating and joining

Sharing the same sky at different heights

Another group appears from the other direction

Joining the dance

Outliers fly over my head

Their wings golden, translucent in the sun.

I lift my arms and wave and dance with them, swaying.
Earth to rain motions with my arms mimic their flight.

The flocks lift above me, cycle apart like ram's horns,

Joining their kind in the November sky.

Namaste. I see you. I am with you.