Why are you singing, Mr. Titmouse?
Do you not know a blizzard is on the way?
I hear notes of romance
In your song this morning.
Are you declaring your territory,
Or enticing a mate?
It’ll be awhile yet before the nesting is begun,
But just to hear your song gives me hope
—that all is not lost
—that winter is not endless
—that crocuses will bloom again, and
—that somewhere under all that snow, there is, indeed, grass.
~Kathie Adams Brown (February 14, 2015)