spring song
March 27, 2015
by Savannah M. Hawkins
if you sing a song to me
let it be sung like spring
like a dandelion’s white puffs
that a child’s breath scattered
swirling without a care
floating through the air
the breeze will bring your tune
to the bluebird outside my window
who sings each morning to wake the sky
his tune a lonesome lullaby
but if you sing a song like winter
that sticks and pricks and frosts the air
shadows will consume the once bright sun
and I, my dear, will not be won
