Change of Season

“Change of Season”
By Valerie J. Laidlaw
March 2, 2023

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.


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