Oh, Bye: Aubade
Yes here it is, the breaking of the dawn;
now is the time for you and me to wake-
white crystals of the season on the lawn,
red robins shine against the hoar frost lake.
They chat and tumble over all that is still dead
unfurling wings on grey sticks in the river bed
and when i see them hop about so light
i also want to leave our frigid room
and jump upon my absent witch’s broom
and fly into the coming summer night.
H/T: Day Six prompt; trrrdishe