Well past sundown
and the birds sing on
as though determined
to make up for the time
they were silenced by rainfall
this first day of Spring.
Reluctantly I retire,
climbing stairs
with a wordless melody
playing itself in my heart ---
my praise for the
Creator of this day,
Lord of its night
and Waker of tomorrow's dawn.
rlg/eve of 3/20/2017
Lovely!
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ReplyDeleteVery nice and sweet to read today!
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