Flurries
December 17, 2007 by Shirley Allard
A winter chill has come our way
abruptly ending endless play
summer birds have flocked and flown
to home away from northern home
their absence makes one feel alone.
The sparkling winter flurries drift
transforming rays of light
and lace the freezing wintry mist
with promises of white
their journey leaves one envious of flight.
Ethereal wishes for what isn’t… at least not in the North. I doubt there’s a person alive north of the West Virginia border who doesn’t have similar feelings from time to time, although most can’t express it so well.