Birdsongs: awakening to Spring in Londontown

I awoke

To birds singing

Across the way on an old tv antenna

I awoke

To the sun, rising

Above the mountain top tenements of the city centre

I awoke

To the cabs hustling through

Across the black tar roads

I awoke

To the bustling clip, clapping of shoes

Across the great grey tops

I awoke

To the still air full of jasmine

Across the great criss crossing corridors

I awoke

Finding myself once again in a rampage of appreciation for the stillness and the pure positive energy and the bright hello of dawn.

With Love,

Zach