The Beginning of Spring

I pause on the edge
of a snowy field
and turn:

the black-capped chickadees
are flittering and twittering
in the bare branches of a bush—

flirting and falling in love
as if this cold February
had enflamed their blood.

It’s the beginning of spring:
new life is opening.

II.

We sit down on the edge
of the fountain
with our feet in the water.

We hold hands and look
at one another
with hungry eyes.

A white bird at your right shoulder
twitters a message from heaven
into your soul.

It’s the beginning of spring:
new life is opening.

Jane Beal
Lakewood, CO

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