
It's Starting
In sheltered spots
Heat radiates
Shoots poke from the ground
It's coming
Snow still covers
Most of the ground
But mud is emerging
The smell of spring
It's coming
My eyes search out each tiny sign
No robin yet
But the cardinals have begun
their springtime songs
It's coming
A winter's worth of dirt
Still lingers in the snowbanks
Some see only crud
I see signs of spring
It's coming
