I saw a robin hopping.
I felt the sun – warm on my face.
Some geese flew north without stopping.
I saw life awake with quickened pace.
Yet the ground still had that smell
Of the snow just recently melted.
And the trees could still vividly tell
Of ice storms that so recently pelted.
But, like an early morning sleeper,
Stirring, but not sure he wants to rise.
Nature was waking from something deeper;
Now rubbing the slumber from her eyes.
The creek awoke and shed its icy cover,
Remembering how it could laugh and sing.
And I too, found that I was waking to discover
That I was back in Wisconsin – and it was spring.