The birds said you were coming,
But I'm really not sure what they know.
Every time I looked out the window,
All I saw was fluffy white snow.
They sang songs of your beauty,
But I just saw darkness and gray.
The temperatures were still close to freezing,
We couldn't go outside to play.
They built nests in tree branches,
While I searched for signs on the ground.
The grass was still brown and quite brittle,
There wasn't a bloom to be found.
Today as I watched the birds,
Flittering from treetop to tree.
I noticed the air was much warmer,
The sun in the sky I could see.
The birds chirped and they tweeted,
Finally I know spring's in the air.
Yes, this time I think I believe them,
As I look I see you are there.
Not only are the birds singing,
But the signs are all around me.
I see the forsythia's blooming,
The daffodil's leaves of dark green.
Spring, I am happy to see you,
Dressed in purple, yellow and green.
I hope you will stay awhile with us
You are such a picturesque scene.
© Cathy L. Mere
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