I used to commute to work, 7 or 8 miles each way. I looked forward to the third week in February, or thereabouts, and thereafter, when I was able to drive home with only the sidelights on. A sign of better days to come, not necessarily at work. Stepping out of the car in the quiet street where I lived, and still live, I would hear a blackbird singing nearby. I have never tired of the simple wonder of that sound, particularly at that time of day. It has inspired me to write the 2 cinquains which follow.
Logout.
Switch off the lights.
Record the time on the way out.
Quickly remove the ID badge.
Drive home.
Music.
Sweet song of spring
Rolls down over the trees,
Kisses the air at the day's end.
Blackbird.