I hear a faint chirp
The sun is pale
A halfhearted kind of start
Peers through the curtain
Unsure of me perhaps
Awaiting my good morning
A light mist lays it’s heart
On tender wisp of green
And springtime flowers
Anxious to be seen
An April shower holds back
Indecisively
Around the corner
Of the hour
And I
Place one tentative foot
Upon the day




Sara Mathews     April 2016