something shifts
i always notice
the day i first notice
but i don’t know
if it’s a sudden change
or one slow and gradual
missing my attention
until it’s blatantly obvious
in a familiar birdsong
not heard for quite some time
maybe since this time last year
but now it’s here beautiful
and cheery and
honey I’m homey
its voice gives me a smile
warmth flows through my chest
we’ve made it
through winter’s depths
I want to die in spring
when life is saying yes!
and so am I
Carol Barrow
February, 2020
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