I arise filled
with the expectancy of birds
that flit through empty tree branches
searching for signs of renewal.
didn't show up today
and the bold sun on icy sidewalks
has turned them into gray mush.
Cold air spills
through the open window.
Destiny is chilled but the winter wind
has failed and I am encouraged.
I have not
listened to the news
so my heart is free to imagine
time filled with quotidian sunlight.
I think I
will dress lightly,
not turn on the TV and sing
to those boisterous birds.