I was born of stars and light.
I walked the cold dark streets.
Snow turned to rain in my wake.
Flowers fell from my pockets.
Trees breathed in the crisp air,
Leaves unfurled, bright and green,
Birds sang a song, welcoming me,
As I walked the dazzling streets.
It’s a song only I know the lyrics to.
They sing it for me, every spring.
Every spring through every summer.
And then, when the trees hold their breath,
When leaves fall and return to their roots,
Birds fly to the stars.
Where we practice our song
For the oncoming spring.
If I cannot fly like these winged melodies
At least I can sing like them
And call the spring to light the dark streets.
Phew, can't read this in Mozilla - dark writing on a dark background, I'll try again later with a different browser.
ReplyDeletelovely to think of birds flying to the stars to practice their songs
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. I can see you walking,looking for the song of spring. These words beautiful "And then, when the trees hold their breath,
ReplyDeleteWhen leaves fall and return to their roots,
Birds fly to the stars.
Where we practice our song". Well done my friend
love-bd
The song of spring...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love any color on the red scale and your cranberry background is so pretty but the small black font is almost impossible to read against it with my old eyes!
ReplyDeleteAny chance you can change the color? I'd really like to read your poem!
Thank you for changing the colors! This is so much better and worth the wait!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I love the last line, especially! "And call the spring to light the dark streets." Just perfect!