The Herald of Spring

April 29, 2024

The birdsong warned me of the season to come:

One when you tore out your heart, all ragged and bloody,

And presented it to me as if it were a gilded crown.

 

That was the season I heard the first cries of my niece,

Realized the full capacity of human emotion.

The season every front yard held an abandoned bicycle,

Whose spokes turned and sang for its owner,

Reminding of better, simpler times.

 

I walk along the cracked pavement,

Listening to the shouts of the neighbor’s boys.

The bird is waiting for me now.

She’s cocking her head,

Jeering at me,

Will you accept his gift?

 

Vanessa Perez has loved writing ever since she was a little girl. Words have always fascinated her, and now she studies English at California State University, Fullerton. While she typically seeks solace in poetry, she has also started experimenting with short fiction and essays. She is always looking for new ways to connect with others through her writing.

 

 

Featured image by Linda Christiansen.

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