A sprinkling of raindrops taps
against thick layers of copper leaves,
crunchy remnants of last fall,
resting now on the forest floor below,
drinking in the melting snow of winter,
warming just enough to awaken
green shoots of spring hidden beneath.
A sweet choir of avian harmony
echoes through dormant oak branches,
along mossy, ice-encrusted granite
banks of a brisk spring stream,
instinctively seeking their Queen,
the Kennebec River.