The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded
Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks
Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass
While daylight’s performances grow longer
The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots
Resounds beneath the thawing ground
Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber
And pull back their immaculate blankets
Warm breezes join hands with the chill
As the curtain lowers for intermission
Sprightly dancers assemble just offstage
With limbs flexing and stretching towards the sun
Life’s grand orchestra turns the page
Glittering spirits rise in anticipation
As Mother Nature lifts her baton
Spring’s prelude is set to begin
C.E.Wheeler 
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