In Early Spring

In Early Spring

Shoots a shade of green

    only seen

                with the eagerness of April

emerge from moistened soil.

It's raining,

    it's pouring,

the skies blessing nature in all it's glory.

Drops collect

    in dips and swales and ponds,

where butterflies will sip,

    birds bathe

            and frogs contentedly sing along.

April grass is greening,

    damp hens are preening.

The dappled brown thrasher announces

    it's return

            with a chorus of borrowed bird calls;

contrasted by the mourning dove's somber song.

The lion of winter forgotten.

    Old Man Winter's grasp slipping

    away

        from early mornings.

Mother Nature's resilience visceral

    all around us.

            Buds swell

and

    break,

            bees feed,

apricots promise this seasons fruit

in a snow shower of 

    fragrant petals.

Alight and alive, 

    those short, dark days are gone.

Brooke Knisley