Thinking Death on a Clear Winter Day

Sky blue, clouds white
and the wind dancing tree limbs 
up and down 
in what might be square-dancing movements;
sun bright as I ever have seen it. 

I have cause to ask 
how many more times in my life
I will view another morning 
spectacular as this one
or a sight as spiritually moving.

I’m excited and amazingly happy 
to have lived this long, 
given wars and traffic and drugs;
just to think that songs 
have always been there to be sung,

even hung on leafless branches
in a winter sun 
that is rising high in a wind
and will soon burst branches 
with buds and leaves and blossoms;

robins arrive “en masse” with their mating songs
that will go on every season
after I am gone  
so that others in the spring may listen.

I am so happy!