The skies of dismal grey clouds
 are almost a memory
The sun shines brightly, 
but the brisk wind 
still carries a bitter chill.

The naked trees, 
still clenching a few dead leaves
are  finally starting to bud...
soon they will make their spring debuet,
adorned in ensambles 
of brilliant green hues.

The little songbirds 
are anxiously trying to beckon 
mother nature to visit 
a bit early this year
with their melodies 
that take me back to childhood
the Cardnal, the Blue Bird 
the Robin red breast
all come back at this time 
from their winter hiatus 
to perform each morning, 
a harmonious spring sonata

its just before the bugs 
come out to annoy the BBQ's
and before the ant colonies 
wake up and put on their picnic radar

the newborn kittens are just starting
to open their tiny eyes 
and the groundhogs have finished their 
shaddow dancing

its a time of new beginings
of new resolutions, of new goals 
I sit here, chin in hand
not sure...what way 
I 
shall 
go