She Moves Me

The earth moves me
changes my colors
sharpens my senses
prepares me for my
reincarnation.
She heightens me
lifts my heaviness
elevates my intentions
and then drops me
into the far seas
of vast possibilities...
It's easy to get distracted
with a pair of broken wings
starring at the birds
flying free
thoughtlessly above me.
A piece of me dies, too
with every falling leaf
shedding faded memories,
blurry faces, and worn out beliefs.
Bare and alone
she throws me out
into the nights of
long darkness
and the days of
cautious breathtaking.
I trudge through grays
and through
thick slush and icy haze
and sometime past midnight
my soul leaves
for a distant place.
I dream of Spring
and of working wings
and of a lost bird
in a cage somewhere
transforming in grace.