Springtime Sigh Poem

Lilting tones and rainbow hues

Dance across a quiet room.

Curtains sway, kissed by the wind,

Carrying expressions of a gentle afternoon.

Its breath is ripe, fragrantly sweet,

From wildflower blooms nearby.

Earthen woods frame the view,

While birds sail high in the sky.

The air, it hums, teeming with life,

Of a wild and subtle kind.

As the sun’s rays beckon eyes to close,

I exhale a contented s i g h.

by April Bender