At rest

The rain is gone, the morning shines
Where I can rest a while
Sheltered from the teasing wind
And by the warmth beguiled
The humans pass and never pause
To smell the first of spring
But sitting by the kindly wall
I hear the robin sing
Here, as I doze I hear the feet
Of ghostly builders pass
As through the earth old voices sing
And I’m at peace at last

©️jane jago 2024