Seldom Said

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Anticipation

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

Comments