
corridor of blooms
here but a few days a year
all the more precious

corridor of blooms
here but a few days a year
all the more precious
even in the dark
easy to identify
male cardinal’s song
need a hearing check
wondering if the Muses
have lost their voices

robin’s song at dawn
sunlight peeking through the blinds
gone are the dark clouds

pausing in the now
giving thanks for today’s gifts
hope for tomorrow