It stopped me in my tracks as I approached
the chicken coop in the center of the garden this afternoon.
There was singing in the woods,
a song so joyful and exuberant
that it urged me to hurry down the trail.
I did, with Mabel trotting at my heels.
"Spring is here!" the little swamp singers proclaimed.
My heart sang along
and my steps were lighter,
as I returned to my chores.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather,
I wish you a spring in your step
and somewhere pleasant to spend your time.