Snow Birds
The winters come and go and we live through the death and rebirth of the world around us and within.
Sometimes we're with a loved one
Sometimes we're alone
We become grateful for the journey and look upon time's passing as inevitable, bittersweet joy, longing and memorable, loving experiences.
snowbirds' calls
twilight falls
white skies, blue, crisp nights cool, through and through
time whispers, reminding me of you
shadows across the fallen snow
yellow from firelights' glow
shining through an open door
sharing the night and nothing more
sharp cold thoughts clouding reason
last words spoken, out of season
love's lost but not forlorn
well traveled walk through night 'till morn
i cast my shadow upon the path
first step, last, against winter's wrath
to reach the point we were last
before the fall came and past
I know not now which God has taken
my dearest one, I've not forsaken
while drifts pile high against the walls
i won't forget the snowbirds' calls
we watched them here last year, past
while something took you not so fast
so winter's chill brings me here
to remind me of our love, my dear
warm sun rises, caresses my face
for you, for us I remember this place
where once we shared a season's race
from dawn till dusk we passed, without a trace.
the seasons cycle, one by one
we loved a daughter, then our son
they love you still, as do I
still, in a moment's tear we cry
while we can't know how life will end
though we know it will begin again
for now we part and say goodbye
as I watch the last snowbird fly.