It's that time again...

Springiness

Every morn I awake

To hear the stillness 

Of forenoon song

In the lyric of

These birds

Of which I have no name

They in their grace

Posed on my balcony (really, it's the satellite dish)

Had made a nest to sprout

For life given free

Inching my way softly

To those tender eggs 

The miniscule and simple

Birth of Nature

To stand beholden in my eyes

And such the beauty to see

From egg to flight

Carries with them my delight