
the snowbirds are gone
a young couple took their place
mirroring our life
oh, to be
a part of something
of a noble purpose
greater than the totality of you
to have your days driven by
something primal
from deep within you
that can’t be explained
but only lived out
until all of you
is spent
only to rise again
and do it again
and again

stopping to refuel
still hundreds of miles to go
to reach winter roost
the table is set
but it’s not too late to have
conversion of heart

early morning mist
just enough to paint the light
falling on dark streets
the annual state fair
cancelled due to pandemic
so they rain didn’t come
