The last of the snow melting
the barn roof still dusted with it
sunlight streaming in thin woven strands
brown grass struggling to grow into green
branches heavy with weariness, sighing
in the wind
windmill creaking, slowly spinning
barn door slamming
in the wind
finches twitching around from branch to branch
the two mourning doves shuffling around
pecking at seeds as an afterthought
the two bluejays energetically darting
a lone gray cat
scraggly as the emerging spring
sits in the sun purring
