Early Spring - For Jeanne-Marí Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

How can I let you know
that Spring has come
that the cold days are gone now
and you can come home?

I watched the sky suddenly turn
from grey to blue
and the cold thorn
blossom early to welcome you.

But there is no way you
could possibly know
how early the cold winds flew
north to look for snow.

Perhaps you will see
them arrive and hastily leave
to find your songs again here in the trees
and your snug nest nestling under the eaves.