Poetry Time!

I always think about this poem around this time of year! It's by Judith Viorst.

The birds are still out of town,
The branches still bare.
The earth is still colored brown.
I don’t care!
I don’t care!
I can smell the green smell in the air-it comes
Just before springtime.

The wind still bends my head low.
Slush sloshes my boots.
Everyone’s talking more snow.
I hear flutes!
I hear flutes!
It’s the music that says, World wake up-it comes
Just before springtime.

The ground hog’s shadow was long.
Bad winter in store.
That ground hog legend is wrong.
I know more!
I know more!
There’s a sweetness that licks at my mouth,
And it tastes not of North, but of south.
There’s a vision that fills up my eyes
With wings making waves in warm skies.
There’s a softness that writes on my skin
The announcement that spring’s coming in.
Earth-bird-tree
I am you.
You are me.
We are one!
We are one!
In that gentle moment that comes
Just before springtime.