springtime soul
the April sky sheds mother-tears over the cold dead earth each year her prayers are answered and the ground brings forth life as it has for centuries I'm learning to breathe again to marvel at the sunlight I'm learning to pray again enraptured by the flight of a bird I'm learning to laugh, to sing caught up in the wonder of little girl curls I'm learning to cry again and the rain soaks into my soul the wind turns soft as buds unfold the snow fades away the earth wakes once more the old, old story retold.