#17 – Bird house

The lone apple tree
Dangling bird house
A solitary bird in flight.
An ordinary scene,
By a path near the village.
Today I’m leaving this peaceful sanctuary.
I’ll miss the solitude,
Colors,
And feelings as I walk along these trails.
Tomorrow is still far away,
And wherever I am,
I’ll seek new shelters,
Or emotional islands,
Where I too can fly and find shade.
It won’t be the same,
But it’ll be fine.
And when autumn arrives,
I’ll be walking past this tree again…