Passing Into Spring

Like a caterpillar changing into a butterfly I saw the final weeks of winter Shed its cocoon In undulating movements Winters shell slowly and almost invisibly Fell away into a metamorphosis of beauty I watched as spring tested its wings Emerging and spreading Into greens, blues, yellows and reds While inside the little town of Woodstock People began to appear with smiling eyes Sniffing at the cool clean air And the once smoky chimneys That fought so bravely against winter’s cold One by one by one… fell fast asleep