A Walk Through a Small Yard After the First Snow
Dec 3, 2020
When the faith of my parents
clashes with the darkness of my peers,
I look to the sparrow
who is not worried with the way things were
but instead in the way things are.
As their waxed wings are not carried
by the winds of the past,
but by the present breeze
delivering them into a new home
between the snowy cleft of the great white oak.