Singing Morning

The thick chilled air brings a hint of lilac
fresh tang robin-sung misty morning feedback
sequestered by archaic bonds boxed in
falling tears and broken-hearted topspin

hitting the net and out of play until
at last the ancient tale losing its thrill
I question every weighted word, sing
a new spell, bird-led, captivating spring.

Inspired by Tear and Archaic.