Too Soon A Goodbye
Too Soon A Goodbye|
Cued by changes in the brain,
the waning days and falling temperatures,
our northern land birds begin
their long migration to the tropics,
the sun on their wings as their compass.
So it was with you --- when the light
of your earthly life began to dim.
You changed direction,
instinctively knowing where to fly,
navigating to heaven's sunnier climes
through the still-blue skies of September,
an early migrant, too soon a goodbye.
We who stayed behind bore the chill
without you, like winter birds picking
for golden crumbs in snow-tinted leaves.
We sang, but with voices less bold.
We remembered, even if shadow faint.
By Lisa Lindsey
© 2016 Lisa Lindsey
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