Season’s Turn
A chill lies upon the silent ground
The last tendrils of winter, ruling still.
But a sound breaks through the air,
A flutter of wings, a twig falling from a beak,
In a flash of blue-black and white
The swallow chirrups, calling in the change
And Change answers!
The sun peeps from behind the clouds
Green shoots burst up from below
A freshness is upon us, banishing the chill
With the promise of brighter skies,
Young buds, nests of feathered song
A warm dance of life;
Spring
This is my entry for this month’s Salt and Caramel Writer’s Workshop
Glossologics 
Very evocative
Lovely, very evocative of the changes happening now.
This is beautiful. I’m reminded of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, when Aslan returns. There’s so much movement!