Warmer Season

Warmer Season by Britt Connors
Little bird, at my windowsill,
Here you are once more
Old Man Winter has made strangers of us
How I've missed your sweet songs
Still the ground's so cold
Cracked and hardened as old bones
Less forgiving than Father Time
So we'll wait for the Warmer Season, you and I...
Little bird, tell me something new
To melt this frost inside my head
I've missed your carefree morning wake-up calls
To tempt me out of bed
All my days slow to start
The longest season in my heart
Without your quiet company
Were you lonely, just like me
I got buried beneath an avalanche, a caving-in
Now I'm poking through, I feel the warmth, it's soaking in
From your view high above, you see the spring from miles away
And I could sure use some perspective after these... dark days...
They're over...
Now the ground's not so cold
We'll let the sun's rays drench our bones
And send a prayer out to Father Time
As we revel in the Warmer Season, you and I....