She comes trailing tresses of catkins
skirts embroidered with johnny jump ups
purple and gold blossoms
leaves greener than promises of riches
bold iris swords
laughing clumps of daffodils
lilac buds swollen almost to bursting
Precious white bird
unseen for many days
he thrived throughout the coldest months
I will not think of what might have happened
I celebrate that he graces my life
brings his aura of peace
acceptance
blessings of all that is
grateful for his lingering presence
beyond the earthly being
Claimed by the wild
as we all are
in our time
vanished it might be into the mystery
perhaps to return in some form
or not
🕊️
