the Magpie
And i have written how i return
time and time again
to she that remains
as the sun in the sky
golden eternal
warm forever
in my minds eye
but less often
i mention
the sound and words
that carry aloft
the self same warmth
the priceless kindness
and wise observation
that come from a heart
as warm as the summer
golden as the autumn
true as the winter
and fresh as the spring
all year round
this magpie steals her gold
all year round she welcomes him
and into her spirit
does fold








