Here Comes Spring

Here Comes Spring They sit, waiting, fluffed birds on cold perch, eyes pinched against winter’s harsh white in defiance of the season’s bitter curse holding still night’s frail and icy light. Blanketed beneath soft downy quilt potential undisturbed in earthen tomb awaiting subtle shift of solstice tilt to bathe in chilling waters flowing womb. Awakened they push toward warming sun soft buds that trumpet beauty’s soft reply that Spring will see the nests and webs redone nature’s essence seduce the butterfly. The spinning color wheel of flowered glee the scents and sounds of that we cannot see. 2/21/2015 Submitted – Flower Song – Poetry contest sponsor –Rick Parise