In Anticipation of Spring

Old Winter now is ageing fast, Will February bring an icy blast Before the warming vernal air Wakes sleeping bulbs to flower fair ? There is excitement in the trees As birds commence their annual sing, Their liquid notes upon the breeze, And many more are on the wing. My feathered friend, he has no fear, He sits and waits upon the hedge Or some times on the window ledge When food’s put out he’ll come so near. His stunning scarlet vest is worn with pride And I am proud to have him by my side.