Winter Fades as Spring Emerges

by Rondo, Poet and Balladeer

​Dear friends, now that spring has arrived officially it is time to transition from winter to spring in our poetry, don't you think?

The robins are returning from their southern retreats.  The geese honk up a storm as they fly past.  In fact, a couple have decided to nest on the top level of a neighbourhood parking lot.  Just hope they are left in peace to have their babies though there will be no peace for the neighbours while they live there.  Noisy critters they are honking at every car, person or critter that passes near their nest!  

​Along with the returning birds, awakening amphibians and sprigs of new growth midst the mud and the lingering snow seek out the warmth of the sun.  Oh how we love sun puddles too! We look forward to our mornings as the sun tops the nearby towers and bathes us in luxurious warmth.

​Where we live we are blessed with the sun's rays twice a day.  No, there are not two suns at opposite sides of planet earth nor do we have windows on two walls.   Afternoons as the sun starts to drop lower in the west we bathe in its reflected rays as it bounces off the glass towers just east of us.

An added bonus for Grammy spring and summer is her early evening tea break on the balcony. And for her garden that extra zap of warmth will be welcomed for those tender shoots as they take hold and flourish too. 

Of course, we benefit with an extra infusion of solar power.  It charges up our batteries for an evening and night of chaos, mischief, and mayhem.

​But enough of this... you want poetry.  Isn't that what you were looking for?  Yes, I thought so.  Well, here it is....

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As Winter Fades







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As winter fades and eases into spring
It makes me dance and want to sing.
For joyous am I as winter warms
To see the end of nasty storms.

It brings back birds to flit and fly 
Past glass and sill where I do spy 
Them soar on air that oft will swirl
In gusty ‘ttempts to make them hurl
To ground. Clever are these birds who soar.
They know their stuff and ask for more.
For it is a joy to be so free
Above the shrubs, above the tree.

They land on branches when sailing’s done
To preen their feathers and fluff their down
To set selves up for another day
And keep the chill of night away.
And as they do, they songs impart
That cheer me up and warm my heart.

As night comes down to hide their nest
I set in to do what I do best.
Find spot to nap and dream my dreams
Of birds aswirl o’er rippling streams.
And when dawn wakes to early morn
On sill I’ll be to watch the swarm
Leave nests and twigs to swirl and sway.
As on they soar to greet new day
​They sing their songs to Him on high
As past my pane on wing they fly.
And to’ard the heavens these hymns are sung
​To praise the creator, God and Son.

© Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central

​Comments are welcomed.  Let's keep it light and fun.

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