Taking flight




All winter long

You visited the garden

Where the stream runs through.

I watched you at first


Taking shelter from the wind.

Then there were others

Who stayed with you

Where the stream froze

And the snow blanketed 

The place under the sleeping willow trees.

When Spring came

You climbed up the bank to greet me.

The sun covered you in its golden veil

And as days turrned into weeks

The trees around you leafed again

The wildflowers bloomed like paint drops on canvas.

Then suddenly

You disappeared. All of you

Leaving empty spaces under 

Trees that now give shade

To their lonely shadows. -Julie Hamilton






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