Another Chance

Spring comes now, the time of resurrection:
Green blades cut through semi-frozen ground.
Even house dogs start to shed protection
From the frost, ears tilted to the sound:
Birdsong ornamenting tightly budding
Fresh new leaves on all deciduous trees,
Crow-caws joined by songs of sparrows scudding
Across sparkling skies in harmonies.
Spring is lovely, but no time of plenty;
Seeds are gone now, new growth still not come.
Still, the birds, in flocks of five or twenty,
Share what can be found, each getting some.
Nature gives a lesson if we’ll learn it:
There is enough to share and thereby earn it.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Birds and Other Joys, Dogs, Birds and Other Joys, joy, Poetry, Sonnet, Spring. Bookmark the permalink.

5 Responses to Another Chance

  1. Nomzi Kumalo says:

    Lovely. Happy spring Jane ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Mikels Skele says:

    Exactly why April is the cruelest month. Wonderful spring poem full of hope and nuance.

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