Life To Choose
Intermingle sweet springs, with peering feathered scowls.
by Shannon M. Thompson
Allowing courage, to shade roadless travel's unmuted howls.
Painting the past faded, in destiny's children warred.
As the moon's night flicker thought, in lost souls adored.
Drawing ones, who left behind, sparse fire games, to flow loose.
Changing legacies, in cherishing, a second life, to choose.