The Leaves of Spring

I love this time of year: rebirth and new growth. I wrote this poem a couple years ago while watching the tree outside my window put out new leaves. 

My Bedroom Window

The leaves are green,               serene,

           merely little buds of spring.

The birds’ content,              heaven sent,

           just letting their voices ring

                  through little buds of spring.

                                     Jack Shirley