Today

 

Today I heard

a mournful bird

sing a song

so sad and sweet

of love and loss

and loneliness;

a broken heart’s beat.

Out rang she

a melody

as Dawn so

boldly rose

with chill of air

and frosts beware;

a melancholy pose.

Today I heard

a mournful bird

as Summer’s sunlight faded

to shine no more,

with Winter’s song

she sings along;

bravest Troubadour.

© ACG

20 November 2011