The life of birds

Every spring the birds court their mates
and through the summer raise their young.
In autumn, they fly thousands of miles south.
In winter, the bare-limbed trees reveal the hidden nests
that they built in the spring.

Many lives lived season to season,
while I live only one through the years.

In Good Company

the wind stole my voice
and carried it beyond
when I made you a promise

the sun sets
but it’ll rise again

through the dark night
the moon and stars
will provide
company and comfort

so even when
the sight of my back
becomes nothing
but a memory

remember that promise
is always fulfilled