Promise?

Resistance is futile

by Chris Heeter

Who could sleep with all this ruckus?

It is barely light as the chorus begins:

the croaking, the peeping, the chirping,

the quacking, the honking.

My winter ears hear it all,

accustomed to the season of slumber

through winter's long, dark night.

Interrupted only by owl's soft call,

or sled dogs answering train whistles.

But winter has bid farewell,

and this wild world has awakened,

I am not spared in my den of wood and brick.

Spring calls to me as surely as the buds on the trees.

Calling me out of my slumber

and into the lively energy of spring.

Resistance is futile.

From Wild Thoughts: Just Outside the Window

Published by Yileen Press

Image by Aeloux