Small Stone – Day 18

My eyes have longed to see your beauty again.

My ears have longed to hear the music of the birds

and see them twitter around the bird feeders

one by one, flocks, then herds.

Everything has been so blurred, so obscured

by thick layers of dull, drab clouds,

Pouring rain, spitting sleet, then

came the snow leaving lawns in shrouds.

But this morning, Oh! this morning

to what do I awake? Blue skies and

yellow sunshine, birds galore,

The sun has, once again, taken a stand.