Yearning for spring

Shaking off the blues 

 I'm "shaking off" the Late Winder Blues.  Hope you all are as well.

Looking out the window,

I yearn for spring.

The days are a little longer,

The sun brighter. 

Early birds are arriving,

chirping their hello.

It's not the worms they're after

but the best territory.

They'll use it to attract a mate,

They have a need. 

Turns out they aren't so different

than you and me. 

Like those birds, I'm saying "hello out there".