Spring Has Sprung!

I stood in my 2nd story
Apartment kitchen,
Looking out the window
At the grey & brown
Landscape below me.
I thought I heard
The sound of spring,
So I surveyed
The nearby trees,
The budding magnolia
Right outside my window,
Always filling me
With hope & expectancy
As her fuzzy buds swell
With anticipation of spring
Like the bosoms
Of a mother expecting.
It was a cold day,
So much for the forecast,
It was a grey Wednesday
Morning & I was mourning
The loss of sunlight,
The bliss of a kiss
From Apollo, the Sun God.
In the moment I wished
For spring to thaw
Winter's icy grip,
I thought I heard it -
Mother Nature's chorus,
Singing life into
The hibernating habitat;
I stood at my window,
Looking past the cracked pane,
Scanning the skies, the trees,
The muddy earth below me,
And then, suddenly,
I saw a hurried flutter
Of brown & black wings
Colliding past my window pane..
And then I saw the sign at last,
A male Red Breasted Robin
Landed on the branch
Of a maple tree & sang to me
The song of spring;
Now the sepia earth
Will burst forth
In yellows & greens
And the air will be filled
With the soft scents of Spring
The robins are here!
Spring in near!
The robins are here!
I exclaim, I proclaim!
Spring has sprung at last!