Winter’s Final Interlude: a poem

The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass While daylight’s performances grow longer The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots Resounds beneath the thawing ground Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber And pull back their immaculate blankets Warm breezes join hands with …