Crocuses and blue stars glow spring;
lilies and tulips emerge,
green arrows from frozen ground;
trees bud hope against blue skies.
Blackbirds warble from treetops,
raucous grackles claim the bird feeder,
cardinals sing spring’s liquid melodies,
and turkeys flaunt their feathers.
Weather forecasts say we are doomed:
heading back into winter,
falling below freezing,
rain turning to sleet turning to snow.
I’d rather listen to blackbirds.