I hope for the symphony of spring to come soon.
Where the noise of new leaves brush together.
The birds will fill the air with their tunes
And a pitter-patter speaks of the weather.
A battle can be heard from across the town
As two dogs wage a war with their barks.
Children scream as they run around,
Escaping bees flying in the park.
The nighttime is filled with more clamour.
Frogs croak throughout the evening.
The lightning bugs show off their glamour
With cricket chirps interweaving.
Yes, I can’t wait for the season of spring.
But alas, I must still hold on.
The snow falls slowly like string
Making no sounds through the dawn.