Springtime Sunrise

High atop the copper beech,

A solitary robin sings

His trills and warbles

Chirps and cheeps

Usher in the dawn of Spring.

◊

The chickadees call, “Marco!”

“Polo!” Back and forth

From tree to tree

Ever moving, ever closer

In their game of hide and seek.

◊

All at once, the curious Sun,

Hearing his familiar friends,

Stretches forth

His pastel arms

And fills the sky with light again.

◊

My feet keep cadence with the song

Of green, melodious, fragrant earth..

I breathe

The pastel air of Spring

And celebrate my own rebirth

© Pamela Stead Jones 2011