Opening Day Isn’t The Only Sign of Spring Around Here!

March 30, 2023

The clouds are grey,
The wind is swift,
The mercury's not rising.
But Spring is here.
I know it's true
No winter's grip reprising.

You may have thought
That Opening Day
Had given me this feeling.
But that's not it
Even though it's true
Around the bases they're now wheeling

A surer clue 
Has told me that
The seasons are progressing
No more winter coats
And toss your boots!
It's for sunshine we'll be dressing

What is the hint
And how do I know
That springtime we're installing?
There on the pond
In their formal whites
Our swans have come-a-calling!

Late every March
They are sent here
Three ponds are their dominion.
In sets of two
They take command
With no anti-swan opinion.

They swim all day
On the water's top
Between their raft and their bird feeder.
If all goes well
By summer's end
Each pair will be a breeder.

They have a job
They know it well
They're not around for beauty.
The swans are here
To play the part
Of lawmen, it's their duty.

The bad guys are
The honking geese
Their droppings are unsightly
They make a mess
That soils our roads
We'd rinse clean our driveways nightly.

When battles come
Between the fowl.
It's for swans we'll be a-cheering.
When the geese do fly
Away from here
A nicer place will be appearing

So here's to spring
And swans and sun
And to the neighborhood's bright glory
The grass will green
The flowers bloom
And ahead is summer's story.

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