Flitting Sounds (new poem)

 

Flitting Sounds (new poem)

by Tim Kavi

flitting sounds, Spring has come

mountain streams awaken from slumber

robin comes calling, tiny swallows

flitting sounds like ruffling paper

on the branches.

overlooking like a protector

arms outstretched while She gathers her young

mother Gaia in the Winter soaked trees

waters the furrows in the ground where flowers

will spring forth in my Grandma's yard.

there is everywhere a straining, a waking up

new phases traded for old states

where once the withered and dying

now teems with new lives, full of promise

and heralding birdsongs.

I am made the Singer of Spring

the lyricist of eternal hopes

in the face of even fading suns

We are made whole in the love and tender mercies

of Spring's arrival.