Songbird

a poem by thenorm

A cool, winter breeze

Kisses my skin.

As I listen,

In the distance,

A songbird calls to me.

The trees begin to

Moan and sway

And I am

Enchanted

By their gentle dance.

Dare I dance this dance?

Can I dream this dream?

A pillow of grass

Finds my head

As I stare into the sky.

Breath in,

Breath out.

A songbird calls to me.