Last Night

I see as the morning light peeks Thru my room window---the almond tree, That was once little robin’s favorite hang out Gently swaying, with silent laughter. And, I notice the buds are blooming; The wind is getting warmer; The frozen snow on the terrace has melted; Birds’ song, now, is filling the air. Soon, Angel's trumpet will be heard… to welcome Anew the glorious sun; the sound Of morn April bids winter cold---a lullaby’s. I smell Mom’s alabaster rose in the garden. The earth has warmed. Again, the tares On cracked pave ways are sprouting; Spring’s here; no need for a blanket, or a duvet. My feet will stop blind-searching for The Persian rug, every time I wake up To a whistling pot, for a cup of coffee; But still, I need you…especially the warmth You have shared cheerfully, with me last night.