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