The Call of Spring

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.