Time to sing

Rain falls softly, steadily
The air, thick with freshness 
glows translucent green as
leaves wave droplets to the ground

Spring occasions melancholy 
moving rocks, clearing dusty corners
remembers 
long forgotten sadness.

Sunday morning silence 
- broken -
the seductive call of a bird. 
Perhaps to another. 

Her song
unquestioned
confident
has grown within her. 

A salutation to this moment
It is her place to sing!

And then again there’s silence. 
Just raindrops falling.