An Ending

Sunday brings a promise and an ending.
It’s the first day of spring but where I lie,
the dawn of summer.
I woke up to the soft rain, the early light
barely piercing the murky glass.
I hear the rattle on the roof and the leaves outside
Waving, gliding, dancing. No birds out.
Almost smell the ground rejoicing in the fresh drizzle
I feel the wind’s embrace; Cold, shivering on surface;
Warmth on the insides.
I slumber, I wake, I dream, breathing, feeling.
I am one with the earth,
I am alive
’Til I’m not.