cheer
fizzle
green
seat
Rain, nearly snow, yet
the robin speaks of spring,
of blue eggs, of cheer.
Who am I, to let hope
and joy fizzle away?
The lilac is sprouting green,
the muskrat, seated
by her reedy lair,
is washing her face,
and in the gray dogwood,
the yellow-throat
has found a starting place.
Hopes of Spring spring eternal! I hope it has finally come to you up there. We’ve at least had an abundance of flowers and bird song to help us during this hunkering down period.