Three short poems about departing
Departing #1
Distant hills calling.
Goodbye frigid City.
Not even the
moonlight waves
goodbye this time.
Departing #2
A season come and gone.
The wind and winter sun
are not impressed.
But still smile a goodbye.
As the spring waits quietly.
Departing #3
The sky whispers
“Goodbye Andrew”
And the silence
has enough time.
To freeze another
death mask.
A Wandering Poet 