Spring (Sonnet)

Baby birds and spring greens, lavender blue
sky; exuberance of new things, fledglings
floundering, awakened, filled with something
long awaited, like a moist morning dew

after a long sleepless night. Life debuts
in the springtime sun and there is nothing
as sweet as chicks and new birth, love, laughing
old friends with new life, open hearts, renew.

Her blue-gray feathers glint the sun's bright rays.
She savors sweetness, satisfaction, soon
the shadows long, but now, the sun is high.

One more springtime is the gift for today.
Tonight the sky will fill with full pink moon,
and I will, grateful, in my dreamland, lie.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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