Riding the Wind

I walked down our lane today,

Where laughter once echoed love,

And nature seemed pleased with our plight,

I wore the scarf you gave me, fleecy blue;

An angry wind pursued snatching the scarf in flight.

I watched it soar as an eagle might,

Landing on a treetop to linger awhile and wing away.

No matter what lane we walk, death rides on the wind carrying away those we love into the sunset.