A Choir Of Sparrows

What do we care if
the furnace continually cycles on with
a reluctant grumble.

That two blankets
and a heavy quilt are still required to
preserve body heat.

That February’s view
reveals the same whitened fields
no longer welcomed.

That frost-encrusted
windows have yet to acknowledge
dawn’s first blush.

Today, prodded awake,
it is not the sound of a snowplow
interrupting sleep.

Unheard for months,
a warming melody has challenged
Winter’s dominance.

It accompanies
the breeze as it rustles through
tangled birches.

Sensing Spring,
a choir of sparrows finally dares to
contradict the cold.

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