a bird got my wings
I lost them and a few other things
when a gale blew me over,
flat on my face, what a disgrace
the bird preened awhile,
then donned my wings
and flew away with no regrets
my soul, stranded
roamed the earth flightless
while ice lay threats
making me lifeless
awaiting spring, for the return
of a bird with my wings
to soar once more
beyond the rain of sorrow
I turn my face to the sun
the soft warm breeze
of tomorrow and tomorrow