There,
High in the sky
Caught in raptures
By the gold of a glint
Of early sunlight
Climbing quickly
Singing her heart out
Tinkling like raindrops
From a silvered heaven.
Fine drizzle
does not dampen
Her thrilling song
And my heart
is blown open.
All of the poems
Of a dark winter
For this first moment
Of Spring
#CoSopoetry