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
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