spring day

Sunshine fades,
Then comes again.
Birds chirp a serenade,
Glad there is no rain.

I feel a wistfulness,
Rising in my soul.
Something akin to sadness,
Makes my heart feel full.

Yes, I love the sun,
Yes, I love the birds.
But something is undone,
Not described with words.

for a year this poem has sat, awaiting the day when i would finally publish it