I hear the entry
of the birdsong
I have missed her
during the brace of Winter
She is me and I am her
Her feathery wings
are fluttering around
my bold heart
Such a vision of angle and grace
against the crisp azure sky
gliding on today's gentle breeze
She reminds me
it is time to shed
those dusty layers
on my pale skin
to emerge, rise and fly
away from my nest
perched in the air
To sing my song
float and soar again
As I walk along
glancing at my beloved
rocks and hemlock
I hear her lovely tune
from high above
She is nearby
and I break into
a joyful blossom
of musical notes
created from
granite and bark
wind and stream
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