Tulip tree popping
in the early morning
sidelong light
Looking all bright and Springy
in the stillness of chilly air
• • • 
How is it Winter’s passing
in deluge or fits and starts
is sung so sweetly at bitter end
By light and happy birds
winging crazily in praise
dancing to their own bird song?
• • • 
How is it my Spirit soars
as if I were one of them?