When Words Suffice

A Spring Walk

I went for a walk today,

And found what some might say,

Are the first signs of spring,

I heard the voice of a bird sing,

Of winter's trials and the season to come,

All to the beat of a woodpecker's drum.

And when I had walked a little more,

I found a jewel that graced the forest floor.

It seemed as though it was placed there just for me,

A wild garden that only I would see.

But my joy was tainted by what these flowers didn't know,

That they had picked the wrong time to grow.

Because winter was not yet done,

The worst of March was still to come.