To Heather

My song sparrow, my thrush, my swallow,
May your sweet voice carry on the wind,
May you swoop in sheer delight
in concert with your kin

Since you took off, I've been trudging up this path,
Sometimes caught up in overwhelming beauty,
Often looking down and thinking it should be so easy
to just leap off and fly among these vistas

But I walk - there's plenty here,
and nothing else to do but keep on climbing -
One of these days I'll catch the peak
and then we'll see you maybe -
in that transfigured place where you have flown.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2020