Verses In Season

January birds are babbling impressions of a new spring.
Their voices come in waves between the drops.
First the pour, and then,
the announcement of it's passing.

They are celebrating the verses in season,
because for them, it is always a joyful response.
There is no rehearsal or memory for this,
no sorrow in the tale of an ending.

Artwork by Alaya McGill - age 11

(my niece)

Lindsay Ronald