As Winter Fades

As winter fades and turns to spring,

my spirits soar to hear birds sing

those songs unheard for far too long,

but welcome now amid the throng

returned to make the welkin ring.


The sense of joy this sound can bring

for such a subtle, simple thing,

to see flocks back where they belong,

as winter fades.


For some time yet a chill may cling

to fluttered feathers ...

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