Early Spring

what follows her tomorrows

maybe rainbow 

maybe sleuth

you know don't you

you were there for some

shunned for others but still

like a hymn written in early spring

birds sing before light or sun

feed their hungriest young first

later a lifting rain and stream spilling

over low bank are what remain of this day 

once begun 

an ending only sung

in the whispering notes

of her enticing

refrain

JP Pestana Early Spring 5.6. 2022