Maple buds are now brick red
scattered through a copse of trees
with warmth mixing into a cold breeze
spring time must be just ahead
winter's song is nearly done

A robin and one lone blue jay
hopping about bare limbs and ground
both hoping food will soon be found
on this bright and windy day
beneath a yellow mid-day sun

Beech trees now their dead leaves expel
crimson blooms upon a red bud tree
that's bent and muted just like me
dogwood buds starting to swell
the return to life has now begun

While on a nearby reservoir
fishermen again are having fun
as they intercept the spawning run
some in boats and some from shore
often as not father and son

Some pastures sport a purple haze
by way of early short wild flowers
anticipating warm spring showers
which are due in a few days
bringing blossoms by the ton

Folks walk about with their arms bare
warm hats banished to the rack
as beavers, again, the trees attack
all brought about by warming air
as time passes by anon

The wheat and oat fields sending shoots
that soon will bear their green grain heads
a place I walk to find deer sheds
while traipsing 'round in my old boots
counting spring hints one by one