She sits under Springtime’s tree,

Art - Claire Martin (inspired by Meagan Crystal from the More)

She sits under Springtime’s tree,
stubborn Winter’s touch brushes her cheek;
as if to ask, 
“What will evening bring?”
Reminding her, 
“Each season is fleeting.” 

She hums, then begins to sing,
for no reason but to feel the vibration inside.
Down the hill, out in a street,
someone hears her melody begin to rise;
he knows the old song from when he was a child,
quietly smiles, and sings along. 

Lee DeNoya - May 29, 2023