It’s the first day of Spring
and it’s snowing outside.
Off in the distance,
a train rumbles by,
sounding a whistle of sighs.
Little birds, dropping
from snow-covered trees,
fly low to the ground,
startled by what they have found.
And the far-off train
still rumbles and sighs,
the sound carried
by the cold, still air.
It’s the first day of Spring
and it’s snowing outside.
And the solar eclipse
has already passed by.
As I sit on the floor,
my girl Roxie’s at my side;
her paw rests gently
on my outstretched hand,
and she fills it with kisses.
And as the sound of the train
still echoes, fading
into the cold, still air,
I count my blessings.
I am alive.
Praise Heaven,
I am alive.
baltimoreblackwoman 