This morning I knew for sure that spring is on its way.Each spring about this time of year when the air still has a crisp chill yet with a slight tinge of moist dewiness, my "saaammmeee" bird returns. Saaaammmmeee is the song this bird sings about 4:30-5:00am every day.It arrives alone and chirps out into the haze of dawn almost searching for a reply. Each morning the bird sings out with hope to receive some resonant return of its utterances and sure enough by early april when the dawn is ripening to a delicate warmness I can hear another bird whistling an exuberant "saaaammmee" and thus the serenade continues regularly in mellifluous rhythm all thru to autumn. This is time of year the branches begin to swell as succulent sap flows through stems,through xylem and phloem.There are signs of the verdant rebirth of earth. We are now 19 days from the long waited for vernal equinox.
| In cold spring air | |
| by Reginald Gibbons |
|
In cold
spring air the
white wisp-
visible
breath of
a blackbird
singing—
we don’t know
to un-
wrap these blind-
folds we
keep thinking
we are
seeing through |
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