I am starting new with spring
listening to the arriving birds sing.
The last of the snow meanders in streams
revealed by their trickles and gleams
They flow among the budding willows
but so far there are no minnows.
A busy little bird is building a nest
so I’ll move on for a place to rest.
Under the apple tree with its first bloom
that’s where I will dispel my winter gloom.
© 2019 Larry Kilham