M.E.M.

A Winter’s Night

Wings of silence gliding

through the winter night.

Snowflakes fall heavy,

onto the violet back of the starling.

 

He lands on a branch,

joins his blood brothers.

Suddenly, soar through

the chilling winter sky.

 

Whirlwinds of lavender and apricot.

Land in a grove of Buttonwoods,

icy feathers ruffling in the wind.

 

One by one

they lift their wings to the sky.

Fleeing as winter comes

to the grove.

 

A lone starling

perches on a diminishing branch,

void of life.

 

Then takes off

into the still night.