Crocuses Beckon to the Honey Bees
Heavy coats are pushed aside in favor of light jackets.
Sap starts to drip from the tapped maple trees.
Gardeners dream as they sort through seed packets,
And the crocuses beckon to the honey bees.
The mailman walks faster, smiling; his load is lighter.
He suddenly remembers why he likes his job again.
Skies are bluer. The sun shines brighter.
It hasn't been this warm since... I can't remember when.
People stir from their houses, venturing out.
Blinking, stretching, filling their lungs with clean air.
Finally cured from cabin fever, they're able to walk about!
No boots, no gloves, no scarves--even their heads are bare!
The ice has melted. The snow is gone.The gloom has lifted.
The birds are singing and building nests in trees.
Seasons change. Days grow longer as time has shifted.
Life seems nearly perfect on spring days such as these.