Taking Flight
The air is growing colder.
Something is withdrawing
deeper into itself, becoming
more distant, out of reach.
The evenings are heavy
with longing.
Soon it will be time
for you to go.
A restlessness
now disturbs the still
and thoughts of that other place
glow on the mind's horizon.
It grows brighter
in the gathering chill.
There will be a morning
when you will arise
and wipe a thick
film of frost from your eyes
and take one last look
at the world around you.
You will remember
all that blossomed and grew,
the love given
and received,
the life you lived here.
You will be moved
to give thanks for all
that was bestowed upon you,
the gifts of the earth,
a universe that reflected
a creator's infinite light.
It will be time then
to find a place somewhere,
high up where there is lift,
extend your wings
and take flight.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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