Army Mom’s Safe Haven

TRACERY

With the dawn this morning,
the winter wind began to cry ~
and howling, in its anger,
it whitened out the sky -

for just a brief, sweet moment
birds were blown off their courses ~
and righting themselves,
landed again,
on bare branches, like
brave horses

leaning into the bitter wind,
struggling to fly

and the bare, black, bending branches
were traced upon God's sky......

©Copyright December 18, 2004 by Christina