Now every breath is a scintillation of birdsong.
This fat little chickadee singing high and loud
Over the mild urban uproar: such a tiny feathered
Body to make such a big sound. Now yellow
Proclaims herself Empress of Grass, with squads
Of daffodils marching in her army. Now, after
A quick rain, the still bare branches hold onto
Raindrops like placeholders for the buds to come.
In the background, the snowbells ring out
A farewell to winter. Now only the dogwood
Will send its petaled snowflakes down on us.
Now, we throw off hibernation like a dark wool
Duffel coat as March clomps away in heavy boots.