I’ll Sing of Love

Our crimson hearts hurt with the pains of yesterday

Unsure how to grieve from endless heartache

Seeking peace before the world is awake.

I breathe in deeply as I step out into the dawn

Outside, the spring air kisses my skin

As squirrels scamper across the street

From grass to cement, broken pavement to sand

The ground remains steady beneath my feet.

Cottontails bound for safety under a bush

The colors of daffodils and hyacinth are ever so bright

The bruised blue sky softens now

Clouds pass by, giving way to light.

I walk beside the flowering red oak and admire her hue

Before the tiny ripples of the pond greet me at my feet

I watch a bird swoop down to grab a fish

As I walk onto the dock to take my seat.

Here, nature plays her soft, sweet lullaby

I soak in the stillness, a tear fills my eye

I notice my breath, my heartbeat and smile

As I lay back and stare knowingly at the sky

The sun shines a golden spotlight on the treetops

The morning light bouncing off soaring wings

The birds sing proudly on budding branches

Curiously chattering about what the day might bring

In unison, the birds sing their morning melody

The woodpecker tapping starts the metronome

The sunlight radiates as the orchestra plays

Baby birds begin calling their moms back home

The sun warms my face as I make my way back

Each step syncs to the sounds of the day

Branches dance softly from growing trees

The green newness of spring painting the way

Before the obligations of life call me back

I pause and savor the flutter of freedom above

The birds sing of hope, of wonder, of miracles

And so, I too, will sing of love.