Breath of Spring

The nightingale sings me a song of flames

But I wake up to the early morning rays

And they show me a bright Spring day

Water racing down the creek

Birds chirping on trees still barren

Earth touching the tips of my toes

I breathe – every breath a small miracle

A sparkle it brings to my eyes

Oh, how Winter has been so long!

It felt like a year, maybe a little more

I start to feel alive again

Words I used to know come rushing

It has been so long, it will take time

But I will dress my wounds in cinnamon and wine

And I breathe in again

The same early Spring air

Is this joy?

How I long for you, my friend!