The Sparrows Sing Their Spring Song

I write this poem in memory of the friends that the Prairiewoods community has lost.

THE SPARROWS SING THEIR SPRING SONG

The sparrows sing their morning sun song
from the soon-to-be-greening boughs.

This day, though, breaks without you—
our hearts are aching with sorrow.

Then, a soft flicker and flutter of feathers—
the sparrows rise in joyous flight.

We feel your presence, your spirit,
here, near us, on this beloved land—

the solace in spring, in birdsong, in wings.

—M.L. Folkedahl-meehleder, friend of Prairiewoods