watching the snow cover the trees, ponds and gates.
It seems like forever, or so it felt,
for it to stop snowing and then start to melt.
The flowers begin to peek through the soil,
the tiny leaves of the trees begin to uncoil.
Still in his silent vigil he stands,
watching the green cover the land.
Willing the sap up into the buds,
Soon, he is thinking, I'll be out catching birds.
