Wren

 I heard the wren chatter

as if it were an early spring, 

one day it is snowing

and the next it's melting.

He stays through the season

and visits me every morn, 

hopping along the porch floor

and right up to the door.

I admire his courage 

to winter the storms, 

as he whistles about

my heart is warmed.

~

Humming a sweet song

as the night sky reigns,

I glanced up at the stars

and I wondered if life 

was a game?

You took away my sunshine,

my skies no longer blue and

like a childhood board game 

I'm sliding back to you.

Call it wishful thinking 

or the memories I hold,

as I go about visualizing

that I'm there with you.