Spring

Stalactite icicles drip from the gutters, As the geese return in a flying v-shaped flutter. Flapping in the folds of the once frozen winds, Whence plants spring forth awaiting the equinox to begin. Drizzled debris of solidified and oxidized hydrogen, Melts from imprisonment of the solstice's cryogen. Light has once again carried warmth through the aether, To resurrect through convection the color of foliage and feather. Hail, dear Spring time, return what Winter has taken, Let the chickadee-dee-dee chirp as the daisy's awaken.