Sounding of Spring

Fog horns slip under

Tongues of birds songs

Tonal, lyrical alarms sweep

Around blind curves of belonging

Playing the inner drums of heart

Awakening us from Winter sleep,

With low clouds keeping covers

Like soft receiving blankets over soundscapes

Muffling, ruffling the morning

Slowing the re-entry into Spring

As if we sit in a liminal listening circle

For both hibernated dreams of yesterday and

expectant hopes of tomorrow

How will our hearts respond to

Discordant revelations of day?

By wrapping up longer in lull of lullaby?

or

By unwrapping into rev of reveille?

Either way…

a curling, an unfurling, a stretching

To belong to something beyond ourselves…

With the re-entry into Spring

We may enter within the silence

We may enter within the sound

Either way…

May we remember

We are all a part of the same Song

Blessed be the coming of Spring!