Nature <br /> <br />Birds Flying South <br /> <br />Opus 4 <br /> <br />The v-shaped harbinger of the changing seasons, <br />A Memory etched in the slate gray sky, <br />The Canada Geese for the strangest of reasons, <br />Tug on my heart as they southward fly. <br />Sad and lonely, I consider the reasons, <br />Their departure generates, within, a sigh. <br /> <br />The signs of changes that are not too welcome, <br />A brooding over the things to come. <br />Of cold and darkness, the things which seldom, <br />Make us vital, like hearth and home. <br />With death, the ending, the final kingdom, <br />The absoluteness of the tomb. <br /> <br />Yet, heart to head, an inspiration, <br />From death to life a reveille. <br />Reverse the pattern of the contemplation, <br />The geese return in victory, <br />Their v-shaped flight a confirmation, <br />Of God's great promise to set us free. <br /> <br />The flesh is weak and revels in clinging, <br />To long past memories it wants to hold, <br />The message to life the geese are bringing, <br />Is, change is a constant, and will always be bold. <br />Deal with it squarely, or fail to be singing, <br />With joy in our bosoms, that day we grow old. <br /> <br />Steven B. Taylor <br />May 12,1997<br /><br />Steven B Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-flying-south/