By Charley WestBy measured pace - glacial slow,
Heat and light both daily grow.
Snow and ice are first to go.
A rapid melt does mud bestow.
Buds and shoots begin to sprout.
Vivid flowers their colors shout.
Bugs and birds are all about.
Spring’s arrived- there is no doubt.
Trees and shrubs complete the scene.
What was gray has morphed to green.
Romance lurks as creatures preen.
Mating dances gone unseen.
Nesting instincts upwards soar.
Existing hollows ease the chore.
Urgent needs not to ignore- -
What was two will soon be four.
Birthing’s quite a varied thing.
Some will bark and others sing.
Newborns each will rightly bring.
Closure to the cycle’s ring.
At the Farm in Spring.