Cold Spring

We change the month

We push the clocks forward

We plant the seeds for Spring

We celebrate the sounds’ rebound—

Bird song slicing through fog

Frogs burping sludge in the bogs

Flowers bells silent tinkling,

Tree rings adding crinkling

Even in the coldest Spring

We are changed too,

By the rebound of sound

Playing into our days

Orchestrating the renewal of life

Even through frosted mornings

As if to drink the cold notes offered up

Awakens the vigor,

The vitality of our Spring strings

And we cannot help adding

our own tones to the rebound

Sounding of Spring🎶