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Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Spring Throbs in the Veins
Outside, winter wraps the world in ice. Inside, there is a fireside and comfort. I watch at the windows. The red squirrel scampers across the snow-crust, to wait beneath the sunflower-seed feeder. He gathers what falls and eats his fill.
Above him, flitting from feeder to branch is a Black-capped Chickadee. Soon it will be spring and the wintering flocks will break into mating pairs. Not yet, not yet, it is winter still.
The chickadees, intense and argumentative, swoop and float, dart and fall to the feeders, scattering like wind-tossed leaves.
The goldfinches know that spring is near, is coming. In the longer light of days, they dance the warming air.
Their colours brighten with the stronger sun. They banish the snow with song, with whistle and warble welcome spring.
I sit by the window, blanketed against the chill. Yet, I too sense the whisper, the promise of spring that throbs in the veins.