First Signs of Spring

February 1, 2009

A light breeze touches
An exposed cheek
Not a hint of chill

Three crows call
From a nearby tree
A song of hope
Familiar and clear

At the end of branch
Of the tall poplar
Buds are just visible
Long before leaves form

A lone yellow flower
In a sea of mostly brown
Grasses turning green
Home of the dandelion

Another light breeze
Pulls us from the slumber
Spring’s horizon arriving
Preparing the thawing hearts

Seasons of change
Of love, growth, and life
First signs of spring
Visible to seeing eyes

Type: Poetry

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