Preamble of Spring

Dawn of spring, of thaw and flowing streams Winter may still hold the reins of a year in icy hands But spring is moving in quietly and gently, An overture, an orchestra warming up A symphony of awakening The air is filled with expectancy and hope In the stillness of the morning Listen to the gurgling sound of water under ice Listen to the seed pods of the creek bank's giant ash Drop with a clicking sound upon the melting snow. Above the pool, a chipmunk hurries over the snow like a yellow streak Like a child drawing a crayon carelessly Over a sprawling sheet of white In this pause before spring, this preamble of song Look for that delightful country hour Ushered in over the voice of a redwing's flute