Spring 2021

By John I. Blair 

 

After bitter cold
And seeming endless nights
Spring has come again.

Goldfinches galore
On their journey north
Are flocking to my feeders.

Bluejays hop around
In the holly hedge
Questing for a nest site.

The ancient quince
Out by the garden shed
Sports crimson blooms.

Squirrels chase each other
Through the treetops,
Mating on their minds.

Cats yawn and stretch
On warm windowsills,
Blinking at the sunshine.

And I, at 80 years,
Still cherish thoughts
Of planting flowers once more.

©2021 John I. Blair, 3/20/2021

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