A Winter Too Long...

Many a fortnight have I travelled
To sit upon this rocky precipice...
I kick the ice from my boots
Watch it cascade over the edge...
The sound echoing through the canyon below
Sparkling moonlight into the abyss.

And the sparrow-hawk circles hungrily overhead...
I sit by dying embers
My thoughts drift out to thee...
Loving eyes gaze into my soul
Arms reach out my heart to hold...
Tender lips trace this weather-worn cheek
Taking away the tears.

And the sparrow-hawk circles hungrily overhead...
Why this call to traverse
So harsh a land.. so far from home...
I know not why I travail here
But forge ahead I must...
And keep in my heart a hope to be
Realized in the newborne spring.

And the sparrow-hawk cries out hungrily overhead...
As I pull my bedroll tightly
To guard against the chill...
Thy warm embrace is with me
'Tis but a longing, no more...
In truth my arms are empty... and the morn'
Shall be Herald' only by the Frost.

And the sparrow-hawk returns hungry to it's nest....

Augustus 5
Dedicated to my dear Bride Dragonflyr...