Saturday, March 3, 2012
~ Marcia Alig, TCF/NJ
Brushed golden by the sun
A kite flies free above greening meadow,
Drifting lazily until it turns to catch the eddy of
A flock of trumpeting geese homeward bound.
Fragrance of early Spring flowers
Makes me giddy with the thought
That You too fly unfettered to drift or chase dreams,
Dreams beyond imagination,
Unrestrained by life or expectations.
Now I cherish each kite that rises to the wind
Because it fills me with memories,
Memories of your gifts of love.
I wonder whether you remember, too.