The fields are snowbound no longer;

ice is melting

and little running streams 

beckon us to come close.

and little paws search once again 

for a morsel of food.

Fluffy clouds walk softly across a cold blue sky

and the sun creeps warmly into the forest,

touching bows and stems with golden fingers;

while the wind caresses the fields.

Listen---a cardinal is singing

talking excitedly.

Everything is trembling with excitement.

Could Spring possibly 
be this close?