Of Spring Poem by eve Taylor

And…

As warmer winds blow,

thru unbending tree's,

as it is only,

early spring,

and…

their colorful leaves,

have yet to grow,

still I wake,

everyday,

expecting to see,

them bowing low,

and…

they're still,

not yet green,

as I dreamed,

of them full,

so…

I go about my days,

looking out,

for lately signs,

tell-tales,

and…

I listen for,

mourning doves,

cooing their,

early songs,

calling,

to no one,

but another,

and…

soon will come,

crows, bluebirds,

and finches,

to chime along,

with growing spring,

and sing of,

Morning's dawn,

and…

flowers will bloom,

and…

when they do,

life will swoon.