A March Morning Poem by Paul Reed

Everything is ready
As I take the morning air
Everything is in front of me
As Spring begins it’s repair
Every shimmy in the hedgerow
Denotes an impatient life
Knowing so much is to happen soon
Hearts brimming and hopes rife;
A cocktail of high and scattered songs
Gifted from this little commune
The wren’s flurry of happy notes
The blackbird’s rich and merry tune;
Were our breasts as bursting as theirs
Of such energy and joy
Were our steps as sure as theirs
Along their hidden branches coy;
Grant that their bold newness of life
Makes our lives more whole
And that their morning melody
Be planted in our souls