In the barren trees leaves have been
replaced
by rust colored breasts of black headed
birds
with yellow beaks stretched to the
sky
sampling the chilled air of midnight
blue
with sheets of gray clouds shading the
sun.
Trills and whistles fill the deadened
air
with welcoming homeward bound
celebration.
Winter has surly put aside it’s mantle as
green
shoots spring up from the dampened
soil
freed from the hard crust of frozen
earth.
The season has awakened renewed from it’s
slumber.
The energy of life is again reborn, yet my
heart
feels the chill of loneliness and my bones
ache
from the coldness of solitude I still
endure.
Amongst the crowded branches with breasts
puffed
voicing loud and clear, songs of
calling
fills the air to seek a mate. Oh, how I
envy
you for the opportunity of choice, as for
me
there is no crowd to call to as I have
loved
and loved as I have lived,
alone.