Over at The Poetry Park, there is a call for Embracing Spring With Open Arms! This week, there are hopeful signs.
This is the first year, in quite some time, that all birds but crows and hawks seem to have vacated the city. Finally, today, some familiar sounds have returned, with little patches of colour in the bare tree branches, in the evergreens, too.
Black and Yellow
Looked out my window for signs of spring
none to be found, tho’ I heard a bird sing
Tree-top chatter has been silent too long
black-capped chickadee, I hear today’s song.
©2015 Patricia A. McGoldrick