Spring II

The birds outside are chittering,
before dusk,
births are being considered,
wood pigeons coo,
sparrows and wrens charm their way,
it's churchbells to the field rows,
to trees reconversing above earth.
It is a wonderment amongst the rabble,
warmth sensed within burrows.
Pond life reimagined after frost.
These are hardy beasts,
each hibernate through the bitterness,
share songs as if toasting to the light.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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