It Early Spring

Its early spring
When solicitous cats sit in warm window seals
Watching birds come to seed like moths come to light
When horses in blue muddy blankets
Sleepily await their treats of carrots and apple delight
When the morning sun blushingly peeks
To be covered by beryl clouds passing blithely by
When sparkling fields with a tent of green
Become white from a late winter sky
When the weather changes by the hour
Sending March rains turning rushing streams to brown
When the nuthatch spreads his wings in amour dance
While she sits on soft feather down
When you can hear geese fly late into the night
Their passing calls eerily fading in the blowing wind
When the wood fire still warms the soul
As chimney swirls before dawn to stars send
When slumbering spiders in wefted nest sleep
And leaf beetles in well-hidden retreats dream no more
When winter’s threat warmly fades
Its then tiny peeper frogs begin to roar

Roy L. (Bonefish) Nave
2018