Spring in the north

Spring in the north

Gentle southern breezes blowing, 
Winters blanket nearly gone, 
A mixed chorus of the feathered ones, 
Fill the air with a new spring song. 

Longer days of sun and warmth, 
Have stirred and sap to flow, 
And all along the limbs of trees, 
New buds begin to show. 

Turning my glance to the forest floor, 
New growth is everywhere, 
And out of the corner of my eye…
I’m the object of a whitetail’s stare. 

The calm was abruptly broken, 
By a red squirrel’s angry chatter, 
Although my visit was in peace, 
It didn’t seem to matter. 

I walked among the Norway pines, 
Gave one a gentle hug, 
Sat down and said a prayer, 
Upon a Norway pine needle rug. 

I gave thanks for all the wonders, 
My sight for them to see, 
The love I have to render, 
And the wonder that is me

Robert Davis
Town of Peshtigo