The trail is now devoid of snow,
The gown that winter left behind.
And all around, the birds call out;
They seek a mate with spring in mind.
Tendrils of light careen and reach
The barren ground where seeds repose.
Those seeds will rise toward the sky
To adorn the land with vibrant clothes.
I am a temporary guest,
And so their growth I will not see.
But, weeks from now, when I return,
They'll have adorned the land for me.