Perspective

It’s said that April showers bring May flowers, but
what should dismal March mornings bring?
I know better than to expect flowers, so
instead, perhaps I’ll ask the birds to sing.

As if on cue, their lively chirping starts, now
urging sun to overcome gray skies.
But, urging can’t tame inner storms – my
wounded heart interprets only lies.

I don’t believe it’s happy chirping; though
some might pose an argument to me.
Perspective is a funny thing you know, it
shows us what it thinks we ought to see.

3/23/24