Messenger

It had snowed for two days. Waking on the morning of the third I found the sun shining through crystalline blue skies. As I drank in the freshness and beauty of the strange little valley I found myself in, my eyes noticed a shadow moving. Moving? Darting, hovering, darting again from flower to flower in the bush of fuzzy red berries in my backyard. It was the end of November, the ground frozen, leaves off trees. Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?

It had to be a sparrow. Again it darted, wings a blur, body still, seeking to serve flowers long frozen. I smile and wondered what it was doing. Tried to remember what it meant when they stayed close by.  My mind empty, then suddenly full, afraid for its life. Wouldn't it get eaten? Who's lunch would it be? Doesn't it know its supposed to move on? Move south where it's warm. Move on with your friends. Why have you stayed and risked it all? It's winter not fall. I sat and pondered what I was seeing. Looking for an explanation, looking for meaning. Again it darted, darted away.

A smile on my lips

I faced the new day

If something so small

So fragile, so tiny

Makes its own calls

What's to stop me

From creating it all

My life has its seasons

It's summer I feel

Life near a beach

Has an appeal

My hair looks like winter

It's true

But, it's my time that matters

Not theirs, nor their rule

Time to love, to sing and to dance

Time to kiss, to hug, pull close and romance

I sit down to write

To share what I've seen

To try to explain

What it all means

I sit and I ponder

Is it still there?

Will I see it again?

Will it stay near?

Aware in an instant

It no longer matters

Miracle messenger

Fly on to the south

Warm succulent blossoms

Wait for your mouth

To serve and to seed

Moving life forward

Thank you for stopping

For feeding my soul

Now get a move on

Before the next snow