Day 76: Love Like Spring

Love Like Spring

I love you like a bird call.
Not the empty cries of an owl’s
“hoot hoot”
Not the icy cold “CuCaw!”
Of a jet black raven
Not the rhythmic cadence of
A Toucan
Not the abrasive screeching of
A seagull
No, I love you like the song of
The Robin
“Taweet Taweet”
It sings in short intervals
With the first light of day
It sings to the sun.
A wave of rejoicing
That sweeps across the country
And is renewed every day.

A funeral song,
Not a dirge lamenting winter’s pass,
But rather a song of hope
Like the notes that fill Football Stadiums
During the world cup,
A hope and pride so thick that
It sends shivers down your spine
Yet warms your soul like a
Cup of coffee in the morning
The warning klaxon
Screaming so softly
That winter has stolen it’s last breath
And Spring is here
The snow melts into rivers
Which the brown grass drinks greedily
Sprouting in vibrant shades of green
The world awakens from its slumber
And blooms as if putting on a
Three month long production
With dancing in the wind
And costumes in full bloom
All rejoicing in this new age.

I love you like the song of the Robin
Like the song of Spring.