Winter Wind

Gently, life is drifting through the branches of my mind. And every memory, like a diamond, cut and polished till it shines. Winter wind, still dancing with the blooms that wait to breathe. Clouds of white and skies of blue upon the crest of newfound spring. The chill across my aging skin in search of warmth within my heart. The child’s voice so deep within… that, through the years, has come to part. A nest of birds on fragile twigs above the planet, as it spins. The nature of life that rides a whisper from a brand new winter wind. Michael 3/28/2020