Nature whispers warming tones
“No,” the pessimistic minds reply.
Determined of a White Witch winter, they grumble in groundhog shadows.
Shaking snowflake buds unfurl
To chirping, flitting birdsong
Pushing, pulsing, happy faces open;
Drinking deeply from dew-warmed sundrops
– Springing –
“Six more weeks,” the cynics warn,
Waking in the pre-dawn cold;
Shivering over cold, black cups of darkness.
Nature laughs, and paints the sky
In God’s finest pastel shades:
Pink, yellow, grey, but
Blue Blue Blue
Blossoms turn to watch;
And we, caught in Springtime’s lively song,
Can’t help but laugh,
And sing along