Kicking the sticks and leaves away from the drain
I watched the melting snow rush into the sewer
She sniffed and snorted at the newly exposed ground
Old smells now new to her again
Sprigs of green were sprouting from the brown
New pine cones could be seen forming
Birds of all kinds were perched on the eaves of houses
Their songs echoing around the neighborhood
More and more, commuters were ditching four wheels for two
Or for none. A brisk walk in a heavy coat and boots
Traded for lighter wear and sunglasses
Rewards for a spring in their step and in the air
Squirrels still fat from winter sleep run around the yards
Digging for their hidden stash of acorns under the trees
Robins, cardinals, sparrows, and mourning doves
All making themselves known to anyone who would listen
As I watched I wondered and hoped that this was it
That this was the last gasp of winter
And that spring had made its triumphant return
Bringing it warmth to the world once again
