When Shadows shift
When snow first falls
She sits alone:
A Bluebird calls
The Branches sway
Winter's breeze so cold
Snow swirls to rain
Her distress unfolds
Shall she be brave;
Fly through the storms?
Night shadows twist
To horrid forms
How will she fare
When moonbeams flicker?
How will she dare
When sleet turns thicker?
Once more she cries
Though echoes fail
She bears her soul
On wings she'll sail
An eagle's span ...
She flies
Copyright, 2014 by Deborah L. Alten
photograph by Debbie McEachern
This post first appeared on 'The Watchers: All Eyes Are On Him', please read the originial post: here
