Green shoots

Before my head rises
I hear melodic tunes
Sounds of mourning doves
Looking for morsels of food
Under the bird feeders       Green shoots - signs of Spring (Copy)

I rise willingly
At last, maybe Spring is here

Green shoots poke
Tiny heads above wet ground
Reaching upward
Strong and true
Bravely tolerating icy chill

I rise willingly
Praying Spring is in the air
Green shoots 2 (Copy)

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