Winter Flying

Adrenaline rush as the

Gleaming propeller whirs at 15,000 RPM,

Sky from horizon to horizon,

A soaring object of metal and electricity.

Stark contrasts, opposites uniting in

A violent mix of nature and machine.

The hum of the 110 horsepower engine

And the silence of the morning air.

The land slides beneath like a baggage conveyor belt

Houses become specks of dust

The deep sky drops to meet the white wings.

Spiraling slipstream, P-factor, weight and balance

No technical jargon can describe

Coexisting with wind and power.

Enthralled with the whispering wings

Silent glide of a Cessna on a winter morning,