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Yesterday I heard the spring peepers
Mother Nature’s front line amphibians
The cacophonous infantry that beat back Old Man Winter
The lone bumble bee also sounded the call
A buzzing scout announcing His final retreat
A butterfly dances across my line of vision
in search of a sip of succulent nectar
Today’s morning run doused my exposed skin
in the green scent of a warm shower
Precipitation that precedes the budding on the sleeping branches
Birds sang in a chorus
Chirps and twirps and rata-tat-tats
drowning out train whistles
and the early morning bustle of whooshing traffic
in the distance
We’re no longer afraid to hope…
Day 14. We’ve kept ourselves in a semi-permanent brace against the cold and snow since late January. I think we can finally let go and enjoy the flow that only Spring can bring!
Building A Life Of Hope 
How wonderful to hear that winter is finally losing its grip on your part of the world. Your joyful poem really captures the excitement of spring returning.
We are so glad it’s over here! I’ve lived here all my life and it is the toughest one in recent memory.
It sounded dreadful. Having only seen snow about 4 times i can’t imagine how you cope
Wonderful images of spring.. love to see it coming in tiny steps.