Spring Is the Gift of Hope
To hear all the twitters
of baby birds in the yard lifts my spirit,
from last winter’s grey;
I look out at the narcissus and tulips
to see a lively red cardinal,
a spark of hope for the season’s
weather-tantrums.
There’s something about renewal,
newborns in a pastel field,
young chipmunks chasing one another in circles
always brings a smile and I revel in
nature’s elation, like a proud mama.
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