Friday, March 7, 2014
Is it Spring yet?............
The end of March will soon be gone
and April enters with bird song.
First day of Spring, in the grip of Winter still
I'm looking out the window, the birds still feel the chill.
Huddled by the feeders, their feathers all are fluffed.
They stay in my grapevines until they are all stuffed.
It's time to build their nests, time to raise some young.
But they really can not do that until the Spring has come.
Come on old man Winter its time for you to go.
Wev'e had enough of Winter and sick to death of snow.
©Janice Schaub 2013