Saturday, April 3, 2021

Water Drips


Water drip-drips down ice-free eaves

Telling of melting ice and snow

Seeping slowly through matted leaves

To rouse the garden asleep below.


My  garden, frozen,  in Winter’s thrall

Waiting for the warmth of Spring.

Waiting, waiting ‘til warm showers fall,

And migrating birds once more sing


Sounds of bicycles in the street,

Children's song of Winter's defeat.