I Shall Miss You When We Go Poem by Elizabeth Shield

I shall miss you when we go
The morning sky of lightest blue
The yellow rays cast from the sun
Reflecting on the clouds anew

The bite of frosty morning air
Brushing up against dead trees
The quiet whisper of the wind
Tossing leaves like orange seas

A speckled matting of birds in flight
Framed against the dawning sun
And morning clouds of pearly cream
Alighting on cables that run

A solitary toy left out
To frost and freeze in winters fields
Piles of sugar beets in mounds
Remaining from the harvest yields

And I stand here in my window
Watching this scene as hushed as snow
And one thing quite clear in my mind
How I shall miss this when we go