Some winged mornings
I remember them all
Memories tall,
leftover emotions,
issues unresolved.
Thoughts lay scattered,
Mysteries unsolved.

I can see their face,
hear their voice
remember every painful choice.
Looking back,
reflections are something different than the way things were.

Some winged mornings
when the first breeze stirs and the early morning songbirds
can be heard,
I think of all the masterpieces I have seen.

I'm never prepared for the surprises that await me....