February: Harbinger of Spring

February, Harbinger of Spring
 
The month of February by the Bay,
And Spring is whispering it’s on its way.
               Soft rustling  leaves in the old live-oak tree,               
I’m here, Spring says, just come out now to see!
 
Tulips, red and yellow, poke up their head,
Yellow oxalis decorates the bed.
White cherry blossom petals on the breeze.
Sneeze yellow pollen from acacia trees.
 
The mourning doves on warm deck softly croon,
The mockingbird composes a new tune
The robin chirps up in the apple tree
Around my head I hear a buzzing bee.
            
             We welcome Spring, can go out and about,              
But still we pray for rain to end the drought.
And listen for the call of the osprey
Announcing that she has arrived today.
 
-MW

Sweet smell of blossoms
Rosy pink plum, white cherry
Spring is on its way

First trees to blossom,
Tulip trees bud pink and white.
​Harbingers of Spring

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Male osprey on crane,
Watching, calling from the nest,
​Where are you, Rosie?

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A chirp, one note trill,
Then a full medley of song
To attract a mate.


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Pensive Thoughts from JM:

Don't ask a fish to fly.

Don't eat what you can't swallow.

There is no up but for a down.

Life is a meld of chance and choice.

​Work and play should share the day.

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Píccola opines: I like warm Spring days so I can explore my domain.