Sing, do the birds of Spring
as I idle along a scented path
Sunlight pierces the dark
in my winter heart
Petals strewn
beneath my feet
as I think once again of you
Memories weigh heavy
Yet the birds
blissfully unaware
they sing and sing and sing
© Ann Bagnall

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