Birds Flying South Poem by Steven B Taylor

Birds Flying South



Nature

Birds Flying South

Opus 4

The v-shaped harbinger of the changing seasons,
A Memory etched in the slate gray sky,
The Canada Geese for the strangest of reasons,
Tug on my heart as they southward fly.
Sad and lonely, I consider the reasons,
Their departure generates, within, a sigh.

The signs of changes that are not too welcome,
A brooding over the things to come.
Of cold and darkness, the things which seldom,
Make us vital, like hearth and home.
With death, the ending, the final kingdom,
The absoluteness of the tomb.

Yet, heart to head, an inspiration,
From death to life a reveille.
Reverse the pattern of the contemplation,
The geese return in victory,
Their v-shaped flight a confirmation,
Of God's great promise to set us free.

The flesh is weak and revels in clinging,
To long past memories it wants to hold,
The message to life the geese are bringing,
Is, change is a constant, and will always be bold.
Deal with it squarely, or fail to be singing,
With joy in our bosoms, that day we grow old.

Steven B. Taylor
May 12,1997

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