Wintering Birds

November rains pour from the sky, seated near window my thoughts cry, damp, cold weather and island life, memories hurt – like a knife, water bubbles gets swell and burst, deep red autumn hues are my thirst. Flocks of wintering birds fly high, warm sense grows in my inward eye, these birds console my inner strife, heart starts paying a tune from fife, birds from homeland flying unversed, reveal autumn – grief reversed. Wrote for Lay November Poetry Contest 20th November 2020 Sponsored by – William Kekaula Rhyming verified with www.rhymezone.com Number of syllables verified with www.howmanysyllables.com Grammar verified with PS Grammar check