Changeling.

 

 

Changeling.

 

Invisible dancer, Air moves with ease
bouyantly changing its imprint
on earth's waiting surface of seasons,
yet windswept Air broadcasts ferment
of mutating chicanery
by state of weathered uncertainty.

 

Air can create dazzle-white sculptures
with sudden modified action
producing from cool icier currents,
and light as feathers it will swirl drifts
of autumn- leaf gentleness then
blow up a tornado bent on mischief.

 

Yet when sunk in summer depression
Air forgets to ruffle small waves,
limp sails need bellows for ventures
but changeling ether favours no bluster
of demon breath when ballet-laced
breeze tip-toes on sea making no fuss.

 

From waltz to flamingo on coastal hills
Air loves feeling freedom where
clifftops let divas hone ever more skills.