Winter Begins, Sunlight Pierces Poem by Mohammad Younus

Winter begins; sunlight pierces
Clouds, thick and pale as wool.
Abandoned nests, winged whispers—
Birds vanish to winter capitals,
Chasing warmth in southern skies.

We, too, are migratory birds,
What winds will guide us home?
Shall we rise with spring's bloom,
Or rest as seeds beneath the frost?
No map exists for humankind—
Only the silent rhythm of a cosmic plan.

The wind bears life's faint perfume,
The sky murmurs its omens:
The migratory birds will return.
Let us wait for spring's decree,
Our quiet wonder wrapped in frost.
With glistening eyes, we blink,
Receive the joyful tidings,
And whisper: Welcome home.

We, too, are migratory birds.
After wandering the wilderness,
Let us turn inward, seeking warmth—
A homecoming to the soul.
At the speed of light, we journey back,
Arcing as rainbows toward the source.
Laughter spills from heaven's showers,
Calling: Return, beloved—home.

MyKoul