Tis Spring Poem by James Casey

Tis Spring

A brisk wind blows through dried oak leaves
Chinaberries wave gently in the breeze
American Pines caress the sky
And mother nature breathes a sigh.

Songbirds cheerfully greet the day
Not caring of the yesterdays
Singing melodies upon the wind
Strike up the band, it's time again.

Waiting for flowers to bloom, it's spring
Then listen as the chickadees sing
Bid the winter adieu, farewell
For only the strong, survive, prevail.

Winds that blow and pass us by
Extends to birds the gift to fly
Sound waves of unforgotten songs
Bring new loves together in throngs

A fragrant whiff of yesterday
Reminds him that she passed this way
He braces against the shivering breeze
That murmur through bygone autumn leaves…

He waits for the warmth he knows will come at last
Remembering all those winters past
Tis Spring! , Thank God, winters gone
He can almost smell that new mown lawn

Jim 2012