Strangers

~ The light trickles down into shadows

      Clouds spread paper thin.

              Over the trees hangs tender Venus,

               lady of the night and morning.

          But I know her well.

We are strangers no more.

~ The snow melts away into life

     Forgotten things growing new.

                  Through the dirt peeps the flowers,

              heralds of the sunlit moths.

               But I know them well.

We are strangers no more.

         ~ The morning slowly remembers how to sing

      chickadees and sparrows rejoicing,

       They fly fearless into the dawn,

      brothers and champions.

       But I know them well.

We are strangers no more.

♥

xoxo