A Herons tear

The children have all but left
And the wind now blows the leaves
In an aching noise
That's hard to dismiss

The changing of the tides
Tells me that winter's on it's way
And all faces shall be revealed
When the children fly away

The chairs start to creak
And the petal's start to dry
The ravens pass the tree's
As the chimney's say goodbye

My hands create new lines
On which memories are made
I stare at them in wonder
For they've never been this way

I once heard a Heron cry in remorse
For the death of it's child
Born just that morn
Life isn't real
But love is
And that I have sworn