Cranes of Autumn

 I don't need reminders

Signs,  or forewarnings , 

Telling me 

that the anniversary

of our son's death 

Is approaching 

In October.

But,

As the autumn leaves begin to fly, 

and my heart starts to cry, 

Sometimes grief visits me 

in a kinder way. 

When the long necked cranes soar

and gobble 

as they twirl and swirl,

strumming my heart strings 

and playing a soulful song:

"He remembers you" 

He thinks of you.

Then he smiles."

I stand gazing upward

Their wings wafting the fire

Of my desire 

to have him back again 

"Memories we bring,".

They continue to sing,

"Love we carry 

from him to you 

And from you to him.

He remembers you.

He thinks of you.

Then he smiles."

I don't need reminders

Signs, or forewarnings 

Telling me our son is dead.

But I love seeing the cranes of autumn

Swirling, twirling, and strumming their song

Across the sky

Soothing me 

In my broken hearted cry.