The trees shiver with anticipation.
Pumping life into the sleepy limbs.
Soon the buds, then the leaves, then the birds galore.
It’s the quiet, prepping time, before the growth begins.
The silent humming, branches strumming, birds singing strong.
Belting out melodies to help wake the trees with song.
The songs wake everything. The anticipation is strong.
How much longer is not known, but soon winter will be gone.