Spring

Spring song
How I love its rich melody, pure joy!

It encourages me, cheers me on as if to say …
“The day is new and fresh, you can do whatever you set your heart to do.”

On certain days, one of their kind will single me out.
It might be the jay or the chickadee or sometimes the purple finch.
His song beckons me to reply, to stop – for more than a moment …
and respond in kind with conversation.

What do birds discuss?
Do they talk about the weather? I imagine so.
Do they tell of their plans in life, the difficulties they endure, the happy moments they remember? They must.

What is this one saying today?
Surely he must be telling me to “Cease the moment! Enjoy the day!” Revel in the glory of his song.