Early Signs of Spring

I went out walking with my dog.
The air was cool, the sky was gray.
A vast flock of blackbirds
was chittering in the high branches
of the tallest trees at the corner
of Field Street, and I paused,
my dog dancing on her leash,
to listen to them.

They were like a gospel choir
all singing soprano!

In the branches of smaller trees,
I noticed the robins
had already returned —
early signs of spring, their breasts red
above the white snow on the ground —
and I marveled that they were back already
and wondered what it might mean
about how quickly the new life will come.

Jane Beal
1.15.12 – The House on Flower St.


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