My heart sings

My heart sings when I step out from these walls;
step out to where all have forgotten
to where the trees darken the horizon
against an azure sky,
whispering
and the cool spring mistress brushes my cheek with a kiss
softly.

And my heart sings when I hear the frog-like baritone
of crow
the rush of long dead leaves along the snow
and hushed breaths from my own breast
keep me company
keep me.

And oh, my heart sings with the hint of musky humus
and the flit across my vision
is she watching me, as I watch her?
twigs in tow? busy busy
I get lost
I find my own home here
in the hush.

How my heart sings.


-Margot Soltice