The Messenger

Yesterday I took a ride
On a robin’s back

The autumn weather was growing dark
And a sweater was required

I held the feathers on his back
As we took off into the brisk air.

Then something magical happened—
People shrunk!

And someone must have spit
Where the old pond used to be.

Below us littered colors of fall,
Golds, browns, and reds.

We followed the curve of the earth
Chasing the sun

I whispered, could sit on a cloud for a bit?
But he said we had no time.

For winter was at his tail
And summer was towards the sun.

A decaying leaf bitterly kissed my face
A jealous attempt to disrupt our mission.

We swooped near the ground,
And a little worm danced an invitation for breakfast.

What a friend, I thought,
To dance for your devourer.

The air became warmer,
And I shed my sweater.

Below us brighter colors now claimed the earth
And I thought I saw a daisy wave.

I asked why we had come this far
And he said it was his job.

To live on earth
As a symbol of change.