The Sound of a Cardinal
As a young boy
a youthful thing
comes upon me
and I
pause
While cold masks the warmth
I wonder
To be one with the wind
let it lead
though not consume
A flicker of hope
a cardinal feather
burning, echoing
from afar
a gentle flame within my heart
As the robin
flies around
the light
in front of me
It comes from the sky,
seeks home in a tree
As it represents life
and all that it could be
Where we would not need to worry
of yesterday’s dawn
but only tomorrow’s
memory
If love had a chance
it would be this
melody
Copyright © Norrel McFadden | Year Posted 2026
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