I woke up on the right side of the bed this morning
With the sun shining through my eyelids
Before I even knew I was awake
And my ear angled just right
To hear the feather-winged chatter
That I so missed during the months
of wading in drifted snow
(with my head down,
looking for something lost,
though I’d long forgotten what I was searching for)
Today I will meet everyone at their eyes
Though I know
Spring is a fickle lover
For this moment
I am choosing bliss
My Swelling Heart 