Bird song returns with the warm rain
and ground smells green, hopeful.
Just now, a blue jay lit on a low branch
of my birch tree–
crisp blue on white bark, a poem.
Common things combine,
juxtapose for just a moment…
a smile and a kind word,
a yellow crocus in late snow,
a shy joke and answering laughter…
making the heart sing again.
–Lauren E. Nichols, 3/31/08