Oh, How the Words Do Lie

A Breath of Relief

I stare beyond the small cabin's grasp

As the telling signs appear alas.

Screaming its triumphant cry,

An eagle soars in the cloudless, cornflower blue sky.

A noble sentry in an untouched domain,

Which stretches for miles upon miles until the heavens kiss what remains.

A sweet song, the American Goldfinch trills,

While sunlight glimmers off raindrops newly spilled.

Finally, every reviving inhale reveals

The fading bite of winter's chill.