“Because this is home.
Because this is home.”
This is why they stay - they say - throughout the cold white winter long.
This Sky Space
Hard to know what to feel - at this tenuous time of year.
A wee bit of sadness for the season that’s passed?
How did it come…and - now - go so fast?
A wee bit of hope for the whatever might come?
Some mornings - I like to believe
Those who inhabit this sky space….hold the answers.
Season of Reflection
In this season of reflection…in these days of autumn color.
We are.
I am.
It is.
Just yesterday - they were migrating north for their spring’s nesting.
Today - they’re flying south.
Looking back…looking forward.
Found.