Ode to the Coming Spring
Wet snow banks of dirty grey
Drip slowly onto busy streets
Fields once painted with winters brush
Reveal dead grass beneath
Tracks both made by man and beast
Disappear and become aloof
A slow dissolve of winters trace
Before life springs anew
Sap soon runs from maple trees
Some robins show up here
Old stonewalls hidden from sight
Now divide this changing sphere
Chickadees scratch the ground
Blue Jays screech and caw
Young grey squirrel begin their search
At the end of winters thaw
With watchful eye we patiently wait
As we feel the mercury rise
The final release of a cold death grip
As crocus greet the sunshine
Each living thing feels refreshed
All spirits are clean and new
Sweet flowers fragrances fill the air
Springs promise once again comes true
It’s been a long winter, can’t wait for spring.
G.A. Baribeault / 1st Crown Point Group / March 5, 2015