Migration

Migration
in loving memory of Janet Depriest Ahlrich

the wind sighs, shifts to the north
the sun ascends at a southward slant
daylight shortens minute by minute
and the birds at the feeder: migrants
on their journey to some new winter abode

A longing for a different home
the ability to lift my heart, my soul on wings
soaring to a goal beyond
this world dimmer, another brighter
and I wonder when I will learn
to fly
I scan the horizon
You, my friend a distant dot
amidst the clouds

c. Darlene Moore Berg

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  1. Dianne

    Darlene, What a poignant word picture! Dianne J

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