March 08, 2005


I heard the robins hollering
And spring is soon to follow. Sing
From slender limbs in naked trees
While snowflakes, Winter's final tease
Blanket the grass in fragile lace,
A dainty veil across her face.
Cocking his head and listening long
To hear the earthworms' silent song
From deep within the waking earth.
Seldom is Spring an easy birth.
With steady winds and driving rain
Weeping and whispering in her pain.
Yet still through labor's harsh embrace,
With Sun's caresses on her face,
Spring comes. Each year she is reborn
From winter's womb one gentle morn,
Gazing up at the warming sky
While robins sing her lullaby.

Posted by Mamamontezz at March 8, 2005 03:59 PM

That's great. Best time of the year,I have two hummingbirds feeding, some plants are just starting to blossom, so glad winter is almost over.

Posted by: Jack at March 8, 2005 09:21 PM

On Monday, with temps near 70F,I'd have loved this poem. Yesterday it snowed and today windchills are in the single digits, so I'm reading your poem with a wistful look in my eye.

You left out the lines about the rats stashing food no matter the season, just because that's what rats do :)

Posted by: Victor and his seventeen pet rats at March 9, 2005 06:40 AM

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