So far the only “spring birds” I have seen are starlings in the yard!
Meanwhile, this gray and dreary day has made me pensive, and so I wrote a poem which is also posted on Kathie’s Poet Tree:
Looking out the window panes
On a gray landscape;
Gray squirrels playing on gray tree trunks,
Gray sky waiting
Steel clouds billow and flatten
Dove skies bleed
Drops of liquid silver
Dull earth waits for water it cannot absorb
Gray birds sing in wet trees
Late winter rain turns gently to snow
And paints the world in white despair again.
Kathie Adams Brown (March 14, 2015)