THE WINTER DAY

I saw the geese today.

They carried your voice

across the field.

every call a salute,

every breath a prayer.

Your love lingers between

their feathers and in the rays of

the setting sun the grasshopper

bows his head knowing

he has been seen.

And as the day nears the end

even the sky is bleeding.

and the early moon

hides her face behind

a misty veil.

Earth is mourning and countless

hearts weigh heavy

this night as their wild and precious

lives are lifted above

a broken world and into

The beauty of a winter day.