My soul longs to fly south like the birds of summer
and steal away from snow showered days.
Cast off this winter coat of memories,
this cocoon smothers like a white walled prison.
I see clearly now in fresh fallen powder,
the whiteout has awakened my spirit.
Bound by the blizzard of yesterday,
I need to break free to balmy days.
Gather my thoughts into a snow globe,
capture these cold cognitions.
Leave on a sill for a sunbathed stay-
shake when I want to recall the chill.
My thoughts frozen perfectly in time
safely in a crystal orb,
time to leave this polar place behind.
My soul longs to fly south like the birds of summer.
Published by: The Kentucky State Poetry Society