The Birds Flew By

She looked so wistful standing there. Watching. Her feet rooting her to the ground. 

I wondered what she wondered. I wondered what she dreamed. I wondered if she wished for wings.
If she would...if she could....would she fly? 

I wondered about the stories that she tells herself...the words that fill her head.

I wondered about the empty space. I wondered about its fullness.
I wondered about the weight of the earth. I wondered about the sky.

The leaves are changing. The birds are migrating. The corn has now been harvested.
Every day is shorter than the day before.
The nights are colder. The morning fog and mist lingers longer than it did.

I watched as she stood to watch. And the birds flew by.