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;
This is my entry for this month’s Salt and Caramel Writer’s Workshop