I listen as a soaring eagle cries

his eyes alight to lengthening of days

and rays of sunlight shine to warm the hours

for flowers waiting for their sleep to end

to wend on up and show the waiting world

the unfurled hues of nature's colored grace

and face the pitter-patter of the rain

again like every year that passed before

ignore the crispy mornings - taste the sun

as running streams sing: Summer's drawing near

and jeering icicles are coaxed to melt

then felt as vernal breezes in the air

preparing all for warmer days ahead

a bed for all to share, now winter's dead.

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