The birds levy their crescendo against
The breeze through the trees
The sun bakes every note in warmth
I breathe
This is when life expands
Our thoughts turn outward
Back on the world
All of winter pressed us in
Made our eyes shallow
Made it hurt to feel
Now our skin
meets the day enthusiastically
As if God himself were looking
Through our eyes
And there is no judgment
Only the sensation of day
Gleaming brightly
& promising the impossibility
Of silence
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