Spring

Spring

Sun streams warm and icy air,
Every sticky bush quite bare,
As Spring its wish and will plays out,
The daffodil begins to sprout.

Each bird begins to test each thing,
Some twigs; a shred of paper; string,
In beak aloft in lonely tree,
To craft a nest for family!

As gush of winter wind still gales,
The wind chimes on each porch now wails,
Oh Spring! Oh Spring, please raise your voice,
For your creation we rejoice!

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 19, 2013