Poetic Earth

Down by the creek, a cardinal flies.
Back and forth, side to side.

A flash of red and time stands still.
Little messageners of truths revealed.

Take a deeper look into the brush.
A surprise awaits, bathed in hush.

A moments flicker, and off again—
A crimson ghost gently ascends.

Carried by winds that whisper low,
Through veils of time where dreamers go.

A message left, though none can hold,
Except the hearts that brave the fold.

Dedicated to my dear Yia Yia Rebekka.

Today marks the one year anniversary of her death.

May her memory be eternal.