Red breasted robin returned today;
followed by a rattling, rambunctious
red-winged black bird babbling
in tall rushes, tails puffed to seed.
Skies a sapphire shade speak of spring;
while tree buds are tucked tightly away
holding their breath, waiting to reveal
their packages of cashmere blooms.
Well known is early arrival can crush
and destroy a flourishing crop of fruits;
so are a poet’s words scattered across
an empty page waiting, waiting, waiting.
Words gathered in a nest after long,
chilled winter; thoughts, inspirations
and musings ready to sprout forth
blooming songs from the poet’s heart.