The long cold winter is melting away a single red bird spotted away. Through the mist the sun is peeking squirrels are about acorn-seeking. New life has come to field and woods kids venture out in sweatshirts with hoods. In just a few week the river will flow blossoms on trees will be starting show. There still a chill in the springtime air winter is gone but the memory is still there. Summer is waiting few months beyond to warm the air and the meadow and pond. A gopher peers out from the holes that he makes springtime is when the whole world awakes.