My heart swells, with the Spring song sang
by the soloist in sycamore tree
My spirit rises, as his tune stirs
hazy sun-warmed memories.
I drink in, the surroundings
with eyes unveiled and see
diamond dew drops dripping
from budding apple tree.
Where did you go little songbird?
When snows filled winter glen
To whom did you sing whilst away?
Do they miss you now as I did then?
Day 25 of Napowrimo and the prompt is as follows: write a poem that
- Is specific to a season
- Uses imagery that relates to all five senses (sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell)
- Includes a rhetorical question