Hope Springs ...

Dawn has become an earlier
riser these days, flooding our
bedroom in shadow-chasing
light penetrating closed eyelids
urging mind and body to be
roused. In my ears, the sound of
birdsong trickling through
closed windows keeping out
late-winter wind-blasts, snow
and icy temperatures.Too soon 
yet for spring's tentative entrance,
yet the emerging colour plumage
of goldfinches and cardinals
excite their springtime musical
repertoire fostering in me the
hope their promise of life's
seasonal renewal is less a dream
than the horizon's hovering reality.