Sparrows

House Sparrow by Darren Lewis

Sparrows huddled against the cold,
Remembering the warmth of spring
While suffering the bitter sting
That wintry winds will surely hold.

Those sparrows are a welcome sight
To one whose heart is weak and lost,
The line between two worlds uncrossed
By birds bathed in angelic light.

The spirits of loved ones who passed
Return to keep watch over me
With loving eyes that still can see
The shrinking shadow that I cast.

On feathered wing they venture near,
Reminding me I have their love,
Small angels sent from up above,
Those sparrows holding hearts so dear.


Written for a prompt from Poetic Bloomings asking us to write about birds.