Spring
once and a while, just listen.
quiet. while waiting for the sun.
easy rising over a new day,
like a song of shared dreams,
and stuttered chirps.
like waiting for spring,
the slow kisses of warm.
listen. cherish the song.
the melody. inspired like renewal,
whispered under the evening,
and almost long forgotten.
never forgotten. just flown away,
on wings and songs now returned.
floating on that blessed breeze,
like soft falling spider silks,
to catch that morning dews.