I watched the snowbirds

diving through the sky

wings like silver coins

falling from the sun

while the clouds formed

thought bubbles

that wondered where

the winged ones go

and where they're

coming from

that spirits could find

their way to 

someplace cold

to bring their songs

and reflect a little light

and then I did not feel

the shiver of alone

because the marvel 

of tiny birds in flight

made me wonder

at the miracle of you