Saturday, November 27, 2010
A soaring bird lifts my thoughts from the frozen ground,
Where hoar frost rimes the grass and fallen leaves,
And lends them wings to cross the ocean wide
To a distant shore, where my brother sleeps.
Sheltering beside him in its mother's womb,
A new life is quickening,
Its formless dreams of light and sound
Troubled by alien thoughts of ice and snow
And the cold welcome that awaits it
In the new year's deeper dark.
Fear not, little one, for you will find
Not winter's chill embrace,
But warmth beyond measure in your parents' arms
And boundless love besides
Labels: poem, running, winter