Orion Departs
Orion slips to the West, tilting as
  He removes himself from 
  easy view in the pre midnight
  sky.
Mid March cold flows down the
  yard like a sluggish river bereft
  of water craft, 
  chilling unprotected ankles
  freezing toes.
The Barred Owl announces
  to the small four legged that their
  days may be numbered,
  nocturnal hunt will 
  commence again soon.
My breath floats out 
  Dissipates…
  Moistens the chill night air,
  while I think of one who 
  will no longer be among us
  no longer concerned with
  impoverished breath.
Rejoice!
  Another Saint is admitted 
  into the Eternal Kingdom!
We are glad, 
  for he who is no longer among us
  suffers no more;
  we are sad for he is no
  longer among us.
Orion has floated from view.
  I stand up, cold stiffened joints
  protest a sudden start.
  Tomorrow we begin again.
  We move toward
  that long away day
  that day of Reunion in a 
  Heavenly country.
Copyright
  Rod Scott
  March 14, 2013
46° Clear
953 Riverchase Pkwy W, Hoover, Alabama, United States
Sent from my portable computer.
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