As ground hog day approaches,
We long to welcome spring,
Will he see his shadow?
What is six weeks left to bring?
The snow and ice of winter,
Occasional burst of sun,
Every creature longing,
To see what has begun.
A hint points to the sky,
Flocks of geese returning home.
In formation, flying high.
They will seldom fly alone.
The sweet aroma fills the air,
Of maple sap boiling strong.
Signs of spring are there,
And has been right along.
Perhaps a robin in the snow,
Finding what she can to eat.
She knows much more than we know.
Digging deep to find her treat.
Animals guided by instinct.
We people can learn from them.
Seasons change, no time to think,
Life revolving with no end.
© 2019 Diana L Pierce
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on January 28, 2019:
Thank you, Bronwen. I can only imagine how beautiful it must be in Australia. I appreciate your kind comments.
Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on January 27, 2019:
It's summer here, and proving to be a very hot one, so it's lovely to read your gentle poem about spring. May you enjoy it when it finally makes its entrance - just as much as I'm looking forward to autumn. Love your photos, too.
Diana L Pierce (author) from Potter County, Pa. on January 26, 2019:
Thank you, Lorna Lamon. Spring is my favorite time of year. Things are so fresh and new with warmer days to follow.
Lorna Lamon on January 26, 2019:
This is a beautiful uplifting poem Diana - it makes me look forward to spring. Thank you.