I heard the songbirds today
As the sun rose steadily over eastern rooftops
No longer a still small beacon
Fighting its way through icy crystals
Today a loud bright light
Streaming over frozen roadways and sidewalks.

I heard the songbirds today
As I stood in my glassed-in porch
Clad in robe and overcoat
My morning cup of coffee steaming in the crisp cold air.

Today the howling wind replaced
With sweet bird chatter.
Laughter.
Bird song laughing winter away.

“Soon,” I thought, “I will go through the door
And sit on my step in the early morning
To find my face and fingers warmed by sweet summer sun.”

Could it be spring?”