The sun stays up far too late
for early risers who like the quiet
the return of spring
sends the owl away from the mountain
as the geese journey home
seeking cooler air
while the doves chatter to each other
on the treetops just beginning new leaves
our nights become a strange journey
with omens and dreams that feel like waking hours
and the springtime awakens something
deep within us
a drumbeat calling us onward
our blood answering the call – Caroline A. Slee