Still wintery is my mood
When the sun does not
Keep its promise
And the wind wisps
My long grey hair
Thoughts like snow
Fill my footprints
Fast with drifting snow
Long did the nights last
So the chill on my face
Melting like a glacial thaw
So do my eyes flicker
As each drop taps out
The hollow sound of water
Still running fast
Gurgling under the thin ice
So does spring rage
So willingly like a robin
Searching for sticks and straw
Maybe even an old piece
Of yarn or ribbon
A brightly colored yellow
Be patterned in her nest
She weaves so cheerfully
Happy to be alive and busy
With a purpose watching her
Perched above her morning rest
Her mate sings a throated chortle
Such splendid notes
Out of his throat
Is a song of Spring.


(c) Yankee4you 2015