the Sun shall shine again with a glow
of gold and
breath of warmth as the wind will become
jealous,
blowing and swirling calling
attention to itself despite
the sun’s prominence of yellow
radiance and its warmth,
won’t be distracted by a cooling wind
arriving with avarice
intent of a whirling and whistling
breeze whispering, ‘I’m cool’
then dusk sneaks quietly in, arriving
later than on a winter’s
day subtly waving at the Sun to go away
and to rest, for it has,
thus, performed its diurnal duty on a
lovely Spring day and as Its
dawning of the evening grey arrives, slowing
terrestrials playing
asking Robins, Cardinals and Wrens to
listen for nocturnal coos of
turtle doves as they praise their
stay under starlight of a night sky
someday soon, through the grey and
portentous of
the present disquiet, we will again begin
our day with
elated spirit of wonderment and
curiosity as to what the
day will once again bring, of how the
heart shall feel when
the songbird shall raise its voice and
lift our morning spirits
when dawn arrives, again rising with
the sun and life’s verve
