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
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