Small Bird Fly Away

Small Bird Fly Away


Brown hills curve under a scarlet sky.

Earth’s mouth wide mourning for refreshment.

Dry and dusty; only emptiness.

A shadow is cast along the burnt grass

Spring starts to return in a shelter of cool.

Still time must tick away and wait.

Water falls to the hard ground

where great cries echo.

Blood of earth is forced from womb.

Spring has finally come.

Hungry arms gobble up

what has been given.

What was empty is now full,

though nothing will stay the same.

A mother’s tears wash over rock and hill.

Skies purple and blow away.

Breath and blood is stilled.

Empty is what we are promised.

Empty is all that we are given.