"Songs Sung By The Journey" Poem by Scott Ransopher

Songbird flies upon dissolving, white clouds,
Climbing and descending- windward, she sings,
Guided by moonlight when the pale night shrouds,
She flees from Fall's presence, and waits for Spring's.

Flocks of crickets, creek and croak to the dawn,
Calling anew the day- with past behind.
Away, like the crickets, day will pass on,
And new crickets croak to a new dawn shined.

The songbird soars through the pale, westward flights
Spying for her songs silenced by the breeze.
With her wings weathered by the endless plights.
Below, whistling winds dance about the trees.
Cricket's croak are swallowed by midnight's mouth,
While the songbird breaks night's wind to fly south.