Trees greening/first flowers waking/aching/stretching for the sun/just cresting distant hills. Painting wispy/lacy clouds/pink perfection. There they are again/the sweet notes that woke me/from a dreamless dream. That pulled me fast/from warm cocoon/to windows/open/to all possibilities/to new born breeze. Its fingers, chill/caress naked skin. I thrill/to a nearby robin’s trill. To a distant chick-a de, de, de, de. I am enraptured/captured/by early morning wonders. I surrender to the power/of this mystic/magnificent hour/filled to overflowing/with spring’s bird songs.