Snow birds book their flights.
Autumn hues might bring the blues.
Some love winters white.
Shall we hitch a ride?
These birds are bright. They’ve seen the light.
Can’t we do the same?
Magic blooms in June.
Even birds sing happy tunes.
Find your perfect nest.
Birds wake. So do I.
Let’s tiptoe through the tulips.
Morning dew’s my bliss.
What’s a little snow,
With temps of two below?
As we hear those cardinals sing,
They’ll know just what two weeks will bring.
So I’ll join their chorus of hope,
Leaving old man winter to mope.
Hunting for signs of spring every morn,
And their first baby cardinal to be born.
Sunrise with promise.
Chickadees sing songs of hope,
Spring tip toes along.
Powerful and proud.
Lone survivor, loyal, strong.
Life lessons for some.