The ice is melting fast along the rivers,
As open waters now are peeking through.
So say "Goodbye" to season of the shivers.
The warmth of spring is somewhat overdue.


The buds on trees, with promises of leaves,
Are showing now on branches that were bare.
It won't be long that springtime rain achieves
The fullness flowered fragrances can bear.

The eagle nests on trees upon the shore
Will soon bequeath brief glimpses of their young.
While male and female eagles have the chore
Of feeding hungry youth, once life's begun.

These signs are some the bards of spring have sung,
That herald home the news that spring has sprung.