Walking towards the chicken coop
smell of dirt, mud, dampness, melting snow.
Singing birds flitting
tree top to tree top.
A robin stands on the top branch of a shrub.
Soft white light reflecting off gray barked trees,
green mossy rocks,
the brown, tans of hibernating grass.
Warm sun rays reaching through my sweater,
I walk into the shed.
Opening the door to the nests
I see three eggs waiting.