As I walked my dog this February-almost-March morning,
the birds were singing in riotous joy.
Flowers poked cautious heads up toward the blue sky,
trees breaking out with tiny green buds of promise,
the slumbering world seeming to sigh in anticipation of the change to come.
As this long winter and endless months of uncertainty drag on,
what a hopeful thing to know that the promise of spring will be kept
and that the birds still sing.
The View from Here 
Love the photo of the dog at the window. I think I know that feeling.
Thank you ❤️
Wonderful! I am seeing the Robins return as of today. They seem to be the only song birds to return so far – the crows are here and never left.
Just the thought of spring is medicinal. ❤️