Winter's Last Hurrah

     Three black crows in a big oak tree
     Among the signs of spring
     Salute the vernal equinox
     Each dipping one big black wing.
 
     With a loud hoarse shout 
     As the sun comes out
     A magical shimmering sheen
     They greet a crocus 
     Starting to sprout. 

     Mid grasses beginning to green
     Yea! this is the 
     Season to celebrate
     Spring's annual 
     Earth-shaking 
     Routine.

   
     Note: Georgetown Weekly, March, 1981. Poems on Trees, State of Maine
           Writer's Conference, 1980.