rhapsody in motion (seeing the birds)

walking through the cornfield
that evening

i marveled

at how they danced
(as to an unseen symphony)

the little band of birds

high
in the pink 
november sky

then suddenly
they were gone
and i was alone

quieter
wealthier

and maybe 
just a little less
afraid


*Witnessing that little band of birds brought this quote to mind:

"To live content with small means,
to see elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly,
talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds,
to babes and sages, with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely,
await occasions, hurry never,
in a word to let the spiritual,
unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common,
this is to be my symphony."
                       ~William Henry Channing