Good Morning Flight Mrs. Kimberly

Good Morning Kisses, Good Morning Flight, Mrs. Kimberly.
My journey was so short with Mrs. Kimberly,
But I take it with me forever.

Her warm morning kiss, no sign of shining cold
I would find in the brisk air this day,
The hot cocoa she made me before preflight today.
A thought of the cold the Berkshires could not hold at bay,
In Pittsfield to be sure, that is where we will stay.
Though it was warmer yesterday the air now is still as clay,
This unknown journey will be easy come what may.

Not a bird would be seen in the sky,
The air though it hit me it is smooth and dry.
With care I inspect my machine of the sky,
With content every movement together we will fly.

As she waits in the warm car for me check our ride,
I'm like a show off young boy I cannot subside,
My duty her safety I accept it with pride,
No need for risks today, she knows gently we will glide.
She loves me for this so it I do not hide.
Knowing she is safe with me by her side.
Her beauty to my eyes, and deep inside.
This frozen steel from my hands cannot hide.

Mrs. Kimberlys touch is nothing like the cold air.
Her beauty still beyond her own makeup and hair.
She makes flight worth it, to take her here and there.
Thinking upon the flight and thinking about my care,
I still keep in mind she was always there.
She always gave me all, and without a glare.

I think about the rain yesterday, and of the weather I could see.
Not even a motion of the air could show us what will be.
Knowing not what we will see, my Kimberly and me.
But I do know for sure This check is solid as can be.

In Pittsfield the chilling winters always find the ground,
Sometimes devoid of warm passion abound.
But I know she will warm me from the ground to the ground.
To three point five, and two seventy nine.
Over the hills we climb.

Then with a start she notices the trees.
The sun glinting everywhere result of last nights freeze.
Mrs. Kimberly then states, with beauty and ease,
Oh my, the ice looks beautiful on the leaves!
The suns sparkle abroad, the Berkshire Hills icy shine.
Like a wonderland it is her world, that is what is mine.

And in this moment I think of my duty,
but thats swept away to ponder her beauty.
I realize Mrs. Kimberly flying above all of this to find.
Those asleep beneath this quiet airplane do not mind.
Mrs. Kimberly and I in the sky over the trees.
So I will show her a tour for of almost her own beauty to see.

Part of the book, "Aviation Dreams" by Thomas Mind - 2011 Inspired by Sir John Betjeman (1906–1984)