Starling Hearts
Starling heart so true
pure as the glistening ice waters that pour
over the rocks of wild and down the willow limbs in the grave yard
we must reawaken my love
let go of the detritus
be done with the dark pain of our loss
the limbs of the pine bow deep beneath the weight of the snow
but today they do not break
only shelter the ground below
where in mystic swirling silence the small squirrel seeks cradle
....watches the snow flakes ebb and flow
and so
and so
we too must go
Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift | Year Posted 2013
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