At Last

winter at last has loosened its tenacious grip this morning on the branch a bud of green- by the garden gate a crocus gives a cheerful smile and a brief shower has left the air soft and clean daffodils planted in the fall are nodding by the walk there are new signs of waking in the yellow rose the Jays are back and scolding all the little birds- near the porch sweet violets blush in their repose I imagine I can hear the stirring of tiny creatures slowly awakening from their secluded winter's nap- the bugs and bees and caterpillars are on the move and a busy woodpecker sounds his tap, tap, tap spring flowers are promises that winter is at an end and that our house bound blues will soon be on the mend