Scent of spring: Songbirds, cherry blossoms, and warmer days

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    Spring, perhaps the most awaited season of the year, is about to grace this region of the world with its presence. I know spring is about to arrive in Delaware because after a series of unusually frigid mornings, which lasted from December through February, cheerful chirping of red-breasted robins, blue jays, and chickadees has now filled the morning air. In contrast to spring mornings, winter mornings are so hushed and uneventful that one may even question if birds exist in this land at all. To me, birdsongs are the harbinger of spring.  With the first sight of a bluejay perched on the backyard fence or a cardinal dancing on a leafless cherry branch, I know that my wait for spring is almost over, for I’ve learned from past experiences that an increase in bird activity signifies the approach of spring!  In this part of the world, during spring, nature comes alive with an abundance of activity. Everywhere I look, I witness signs of life. I witness new life in the ...

I Looked and I Saw

It asked me to look at the sky, 
I looked above my head,
And I saw mechanical bees,
Humming and hovering,
Searching for their next targets.

It asked me to look at the horizon, 
I did and I saw red,
A cushy blanket red in blood.
That day, I witnessed not a sunset, 
But the sad demise of humanity.

It asked me to look at open fields.
I saw no fields, only barren lands.
I saw bodies of slain men, women and children,
I saw books, toys, pots and pans -
All burnt and broken.

It then asked me to look at a busy street.
I did and the siren deafened me.
I saw ambulance and police car,
I saw fire truck and yellow tape,
I saw chaos, I heard cries,
I also saw a bleeding man - his right arm missing.

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