National Poetry Month: A Promise 

A Promise  

By Nancy Chesnutt Matsumoto  

Distant trumpets herald the return,  

as my eyes, eager witnesses to the scene,  

scan the sky high above the tree-tops.  

A chevron of bodies fills the air,  

signaling a final destination.  

Then my worn and winter-weary soul,  

pauses, breathless, in silent awe.  

Undisturbed by the turmoil below,  

flying far above famines and feuds,  

pandemics, politics and pain,  

thousands of these wonders on wing,  

announce the commencement of spring.