Calling Spring

I was born of stars and light.

I walked the cold dark streets.

Snow turned to rain in my wake.

Flowers fell from my pockets.

Trees breathed in the crisp air,

Leaves unfurled, bright and green,

Birds sang a song, welcoming me,

As I walked the dazzling streets.

It’s a song only I know the lyrics to.

They sing it for me, every spring.

Every spring through every summer.

And then, when the trees hold their breath,

When leaves fall and return to their roots,

Birds fly to the stars.

Where we practice our song

For the oncoming spring.

If I cannot fly like these winged melodies

At least I can sing like them

And call the spring to light the dark streets.