Migrating Sparrows

As morning stroked its light across the sky
And any dream I had began to die
All senses woke to smell, to sight and sound.
I watched the shadows leave earth’s hallowed ground

And coming through the trees I heard the wind
That led the leaves in dance.  As they were spinned
I thought of children going back to school,
No longer sure about life’s golden rule.

Though life seems changed, it circles back again
As surely as the seasons bring the rain.
I let the memories wash over me,
Migrating sparrows that I now set free.

For, freeing them, the memories will stay
In graceful flight and never far away.
I'll have them dancing for a little while,
Each with a shout of laughter or a smile.

© 2007   Pam H. Murray