Sunshine lights upon my shoulder
Like the soft wings of a butterfly.
The light penetrates my aging body
Like a warm, comforting fireplace does
In the middle of a cold December day.
The March winds bring the sweet scent of
Magnolia blossoms to my front porch.
The sound of “cheer, cheer,” proudly
Rings out in the clear, cold air as a bird
Darts like a red flame across my front yard
And climbs into an azure blue sky.
My soul whispers after the high-flying bird,
“Take me with you. I can no longer fly.
I too want to touch heaven with wings
And leave behind an inspiring word or two
To cheer the hearts of those I leave behind.”
Long after the Cardinal flew away,
I still felt his red flame in my heart,
And heard his song inside my soul.