The Dawning Of Spring:
The pitter patter of feathered songs
Brush along the ears
Of the early morning,
As robins scurry across the lawns
Of unsuspecting neighbors.
Crocus boasts
To be the first
Among the flowers
To touch the crisp air;
She spreads her petals proudly
So the children might admire her.
And notice the pussy willow,
Stretching out his limbs to yawn,
Whispering in a groggy voice
For its leaves to wake.
Or the little girl,
Whose giggles lie
Perched on the swing
Under a cherry tree;
To watch the dawning of spring.

Image via Koty 2 for Darling Issue No. 24

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