I watch, from a shoreline at
autumns pulsating marshes
where motionless in an idle
stream; swam a Swan with
graceful black wings.
A Red-Tail Hawk circled; flying
high over Oak and Popular
trees, then a song sweeter
than any I have ever heard
came floating from among
the reeds.
Beautiful birds a long voyage
ahead for some; their winter
home in southern lands until
their Spirit says that it is Spring,
no need to linger long as the
season to come will be
relentlessly.
The day warm and sunny, Gods
paintbrush had provided a
Heavenly scene, winter silently
waits, a season that I love; but I
push forward in my mind visions
of spring.
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