ON FROZEN WINGS
For but a season's passing,
Flight is frozen;
In time,
In a deep freeze.
No longer free to float;
upon Spring times;
breeze.
Old man winters grip;
Proved too much.
Now frozen wings,
Are all I touch.
The effortless flight;
Is stilled.
Winter's quota;
Is filled.
No one is safe;
From,
The winter's wrath.
Even a bird's wings;
Are caught in it's path.
For but a season's passing;
Time is on hold.
Awaiting springs;
sweet breath,
To unfold.
Where once again,
Flight will be gained.
Welcoming the cleansing;
Of a new season's reign.
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