Early Summer

Early Summer Birds awake with the dawn Their twitters break the last defending line of spring Air becomes light Like a vegetable soup that I can bottom up at once The mist and rain no longer tangle with my eyes The deepest blue in the sky appears When all other colors fade A new one is riding high on the hill It's the greenness of life A burst of beauty after a long hibernating They're bustling in the same direction With the dream of the earth, a pilgrimage