spring song

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