Birds On Snowy Days

Snowy days cover mornings of solitude as birds are flying in the sky. Gold flutters adjusting the wind's blow for the cold winter to remember this touch. Snowflakes in the night's terrorism, in fields of dreams they rest. Let those who can fly escape, as it is their chance to feel free this time, as clock is ticking and the hours are shrinking back to their corners, let those who can run in clouds be blessed. These snowy days the Sun rests upon a white flame, murmuring light. These days birds are leaving for another land to find treasures they are missing, holding a map into their nebs. Yet, there are some that wait in the cold for the winter to pass it's veil to another world. There are still some that pray in darkness of a freezing season, warming their heart with tears, not leaving their home.