The Essence of Spring
The timid sun elbows the crouching clouds,
bringing new light upon the sleepy morn.
Outside, my window set ajar, I hear
the chuckle of a robin’s call.
The pale light spreads, the clouds dismissed,
And there sits in arms well stretched,
The essence of spring, a robin’s nest.
Joining the chirp of Robin free,
a songbird connects the chorus.
And as my feet touch the waiting floor my eyes
catch floating wing just outside in shadows hinting.
It’s spring, it’s spring! I shall not waste the day,
but welcome the warmth, the light and
consume the marrow of the season.
Free Verse – Poetry