Snowbird

Snowbird Time to sit and ponder life is gone, Age does pass too swiftly by, vanished Into what was once a vision thus prolonged In the ripple of a stream so still; And well would seem our life’s vestige No more and no less then we would deserve But that we could have another day, or maybe two... Alas this saddened life’s repose For in memory soft and ever still A snowbird long to the wind, As the dream once held inside That is now so swiftly gone; Yet oh the mortal word would seem From our own souls a dream, It was the grass born of sky so blue That now lays hidden beneath the snow Thence would come in time the spring And with it bring the storms, In an early morning soft and still Came those howling winds; Still from the uproar hear a far off call I think 'twas of a snowbird In the eyes to soar the clear blue heavens To the ear its gentle song By M. Norton