Sounds of Spring

The best way to wake up...a bird chirping in a tree outside the window. SPRING

Peace, love, harmonious
the studio of  heart
rejoices at the sound.

I dream of waking to a bird chirping.
Volume so loud
glass SHATTERS
scattering chirps of sunshine
that dance to my morning.

The bass of springtime rattles
my eardrum begging me to move.
Cool short breezes
coerce me to descend.

This DJ is good, telling me…
“Hands in the air wave ‘em side to side.”
Grooving to the hard hitting tempo
My body sweats music notes
that fill the page of aurora.

Radiant omissions of the dawn
Slow the beat down to a jam.
So I submit to Aprils’ lead,
take her hand and hold tight
the gentleness of again.

A new day begins
so I wake to dream once more.
The morning plays the sounds
a heart’s recorded.

The season of spring
a poetic verse
played in the club called life.