Spring Chorus

It’s hard to think of singing

when the sky is gray

and rain pours down.

Even birds are cowering

beneath the flower petals.

But listen to the chorus

of snowflakes from the sky.

They sing as wind

plays icicles and whistles

through the trees.

Eventually the sun will warm

the gardens and the meadows.

I’ll clean the floors of winter dust,

and let spring song sing through the rooms.

published in Sonnets to Sing