Winter Flight Poem by B.L. Louter

As the first leaf falls, so does the feather
The rain and the sun dwell together
Flutter away to your nest,
Your in the East and I'm in the West
Fly over mountain and fly over sea
As long as you set your pigeon free
To carry a message back to me
The trees are bare, the grass is dying
Their roots are rent by a wind that's crying
I hear the rain beating, I hear the loud squall
Straining in the tempest, a creature so small
Though the thunder be deafening
And the lightening blinding
Though the chasm be vast and deep,
Though the raindrops never sleep
I ask you now, once more;
Does it not consume both rich and poor?
Who can live in the eye of a storm?
Who can shape the wind- to what man does it form?
The North wind gallops across bluffs and fields
Scattering men and splintering shields
It's fearsome hand clad in iron
Shapeless and gruesome, without design or pattern
Nay, let the wind cower and hide
Back to the crags in the mountainside
Come to the beacon, come to the light
Take some respite from this monstrous fight
Raise your voice high and clear
Over the enchantment, and over your fear
Let your song echo again
Through the dell, and the leafy fen
Do not faint, take your breath
Cling to the stem of the wiry heath
Let your veins be filled with mirth
Be embraced by the lustrous hearth
Oh graceful one, wrapped in pure light
Soar again in the sky azure