I had not trod
this road before.
It was still fresh
from the moist
months that were
just ending.
As I crested the ridge
and gazed at
the sloping swale,
there was a large
oak, the spring time
leaves emerging
bright and somehow
fluttering without
a breeze.
And they were singing!
Because they weren't
actual leaves; it was
a thousand fold wonder
a multitude of gold finches.
A chorus of angels
celebrating a world reborn.
I can summon that sight
and that glorious song
whenever I need it,
and I have countless times
over the many springs
and winters since then.
Sometimes they even
sing within my dreams
and take wing above
that road I had never
trod before.
Surprising and delightful!
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