the mind flies south

[fledgist]

the clear and cloudless sky heralds the cold
but also hope and warmth within the heart
that organ which we should never let grow old
and simple beauty with an artless art
the moon that set this morning at the full
is both a goddess and a lifeless rock
each of us in our own way feels the pull
of tides that come upon us like a shock
we are the creatures of a warmer place
but bear a winter that is smooth and mild
what's needed now is a most simple grace
artless and charming like a little child
what words convey is not there when we speak
but in the silence we find what we seek