Hope

Reaching out to feel the breezes flow over my skin,
Standing stock still to hear the whispers and laughter on the wind.
Their mirth bubbling in my ear before it flows over my face to kiss my cheek,
Circle round my neck to caress and depart.
I smile.
I arch my neck to watch clouds chase over the expanse of blue,
Shades of charcoal lying low on their bellies, sunshine above.
Making pictures with the mind..
Seeing faces, ethereal dreams, great dragons, rabbits and more.
Crow call to land in the tree and look at me,
With knowing.
Protector of family, messenger, harbinger.
His glossy dark presence and intelligence comfort me.
Wishing, so wishing
That I could take to the air and fly with him.
He calls again to me, chiding.
For I have been flying all the while.