Spring is singing quietly
beneath every sleeping pond
streaking through the vessels of the
towering Oak
muttering amongst the
Maple's buds, just
straining to hold back the
fray; the exuberance
horses at the gate
shifting restless
In place
From the looks of it , we still have
bitter cold of winter ravenous
birds come feeding working to
stay alive while we
remark how pretty but
this is
serious stuff
One errant chipmunk races past the
window yesterday somehow a
wakened from their
deep winters sleep
stirred by the call of
spring
Out in the field I begin to say goodbye
Goodbye to walking along the
hills so aged good
bye to the grand expansiveness in
side of me with the
wild winter storms whipping
by
Goodbye to the
tracks of creatures
Wind upon the sand the
only way we know we are all
together, here
As the forest chorus and
returning Robins and
fleet flirting Eagles and
courting California Wrens all
take me aside, say
'Is it not precious,
here?'
beneath every sleeping pond
streaking through the vessels of the
towering Oak
muttering amongst the
Maple's buds, just
straining to hold back the
fray; the exuberance
horses at the gate
shifting restless
In place
From the looks of it , we still have
bitter cold of winter ravenous
birds come feeding working to
stay alive while we
remark how pretty but
this is
serious stuff
One errant chipmunk races past the
window yesterday somehow a
wakened from their
deep winters sleep
stirred by the call of
spring
Out in the field I begin to say goodbye
Goodbye to walking along the
hills so aged good
bye to the grand expansiveness in
side of me with the
wild winter storms whipping
by
Goodbye to the
tracks of creatures
Wind upon the sand the
only way we know we are all
together, here
As the forest chorus and
returning Robins and
fleet flirting Eagles and
courting California Wrens all
take me aside, say
'Is it not precious,
here?'
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