Spring Can’t Come to the Phone Right Now . . .
by Charlotte Partin

Spring can’t come to the phone right now…
She’s flown to distant hills
to dabble speckles on a fawn
and fling out daisy spills.

When she re-mosses forest floors
and pulls back Winter’s pall,
she’ll batten down the daffodil
and then return your call!

To teach the wren her little song
will take an hour or two-
Striping birches lasts awhile,
so, wait and she’ll call you.

You’ll know when April comes again –
She’ll cause your heart to leap.
Just close your eyes and listen
to her message at the “beep”.