For Wintersong, in Celebration of New Wings

And somewhere there between the scenes
of worlds we were and worlds we will
we blend with fascination.

James C. Hartsell in his book Visions from the Trail  © 1994

In the rainy days
and through the days of sun
You were a child at play
a leaf, a tree, an eagle
the sky
a poet with visions to share

You were never too old to be young
How grand your wings must be
fluttering through the halls of heaven
landing on a rainbow strand
looking back at earth and saying
with a Wintersong smile

         “That was quite a trail”

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