Songbirds
A poem
Winter’s claws still grip this world though you and your kind sense its grasp weakening. You sing far before Spring can be said to have arrived with all its soft green luster; its pastel baby blooms. You rejoice before seeing what you’re rejoicing over. You sing before the sun thaws frozen feathers. You warble and tweet and hum and join the chorus of all creation groaning in hope and anticipation. I listen and I hum, too, even as I shiver.
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Love this! It's hopeful! No wonder you were a Spring bride. ☺️🌻