With only remnants left of snow,
And cold and frost now letting go,
There comes my truest sign of spring
With scarlet epauletted wing.
His flash of red is nature's beacon
To say that winter's grip will weaken.
And when the air fills with his song
Of cheering notes so rich and strong,
I know that spring will not be long.
2019
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter