Rebirth

“Messages, trapped in the wind Words, burrow deeply within Voices, emerge from the past Memories, and dreams overcast” Leaves fall, branches reach for the sky Winter clouds gather, snow starts to fly Furloughed—the seeds march distant and free The season long, its transients flee Vision impaired, past futures to fade Acceptance—rejection, a choice to be made The first Nightingale sings, its call from beyond A feeling unfreezes, old words to a song The hills begin thawing, new tracks to reveal Salvation once promised, no longer concealed Winds from the west, bring rebirth and enthrall The sun melting lies, —and winter recalled (Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)