It’s been almost a year
since the song of birds
danced in through my windows
pausing at the feet of my earlobes;
whispers dipped in honeysuckle
foreshadowing rebirth in green fields
and curls soaked in April showers,
golden cheeks kissed by a scorching sun,
kissed too by a hungry mouth
that sits on the outline of
a blurred face and its
marble sculpted jaw.
Alas, this morning
my eyes fluttered open into a smile
at the sound of “Spring is Here”