A breath of spring yet early lies
upon a songbird’s call
to fall so sweet through lighter
skies bestirring sap’s new rise.
A smile is strung on greening buds
as winter’s race so long begun
has now to slow her pace.
© sweetwater 2023
Lovely. I saw catkins out the other day. It won’t be long now.
So looking forward to some warmth, but as you say it won’t be long.