An Ode to Spring

When the first daffodils bloom with the spring showers, she arrives.

The morning commotion of birds begins, and the rapturous dawn lights up your coffee,

and she comes with her beau in tow, that mourning dove friend of mine.

I wonder if she knows my soul has been pining for her company.

When the crocuses, tulips, and hyacinths paint the landscape,

he appears, igniting everything with his fiery red plumage,

a crimson blaze akin to a December sunset.

Oh, red cardinal friend of mine,

how I’ve been longing for your gaiety.

When the winter blues start to melt like the snow and fog around,

and the puddle in the backyard is as azure as the bright blue sea,

I see them in the reflection — the blue jays and the bluebirds.

Oh dear cacophony,

how I’ve missed your enchanting melody!