When spring air emerges
It carries me back
to a world without metronomes.
Count the beats between birds’ chirps and their flight,
and notice that there are no breaks
in the hum of life that surrounds us.
Observing the dance
can you still the soul
that has waited all winter
for this breath?

Written by Erin Piper, Falmouth

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