Chills still whisper on air where trills care not to hide
Wings wake with songs unsung for a thousand years
Or a thousand days really because we knew Summer would arrive
The night of Winter unrelenting in its passing diminishes the music
Until the sun speaks in stretching song back into our spirits
Winter’s rest is relaxed into Spring’s expansive embrace
Earth receiving the moisture has opened to the seed of Summer
Plant. Nourish. Grow!