Spring Reverie

On the cusp of two seasons, We savor warmer days and sun, But bundle up at night for good reason. The air smells suddenly alive, My mood's no longer doleful. Time to revive and thrive! Sturdy crocus open and close. Chilling rains test their mettle, As the snow pansy beside them grows. Flocks of chubby robins flit over a barren tree, Where a stubby woodpecker's rhythmic tapping Underlies their cheerful melody. Long, wispy strands of lime green branches, Cascade from the massive dark willow. Nature's reliable promise caught in sudden glances. Tiny, red knobs on maple bud tips, Promise spring will burst forth soon, With the reassuring cycle of Nature's scripts. M. Renee Taylor 4-9-14