A Season on the Wing
A Season on the Wing
The wings of birds on northward migration,
Seen voyaging in the blue, on-high navigation,
Delight us with their annual, aerial presentation.
The wings of seeds flying down from the trees,
Spreading their species in the warm spring breeze,
Tell us that life abides, that new life proceeds.
The wings of the spirit soaring on spring’s renewal,
Flying beyond the confinement of cold winter’s rule,
Beat the rhythm of life, spring’s ethereal jewel.
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