On the gentle wind you came
finding me gazing the skies
searching for your presence,
for your sweet return.
I felt the chill of change
carrying me through years of memories,
the days growing shorter
air feeling painful to hands that write
and I knew I needed you,
needed to hear your sweet song once more,
to see the eyes that go on forever
smiling in joy.
The feeder sits empty,
trees no longer give shade as they stand
naked sentries to the corners,
they too wait for your landing,
for your soft weightless form
to give the meaning to a view
desolate and sad.
The weather here changes it seems daily, and I have a fondness for the chickadees. I love their little faces and their merry chirps….perhaps time soon for seed. Holding off to make sure the racoons are tucked away for the winter nap and as the ice and snow begins, it will be time to hear the song in this place we call home.