“Change of Season” By Valerie J. Laidlaw March 2, 2023
Yesterday, The wind and the snow Blew into drifts, Higher than my hips. March arrived, Like a lion. People ventured out, Against travelling advise, For a “Blizzard.” As I sat outside, today, With my morning café, And, listened to the birds’ songs. Beyond what I could see, A cardinal, and a crow, both cried out, Followed by a woodpecker’s drumming, Interrupted by a distinctive, robin’s shout. Although the red-breasted messenger of spring, Was not seen, Its song was clearly the melody he’d bring, Foretelling of a season Yet to be. Bringing hope, here, To the seemingly, endless Winter, we endure.