In the year of the late snow melt
No one knew when spring came
Until the one-day warbler's song
Rolled suddenly through the fence row
And broke the chill in winter's wake
And unexpectedly the wild plum tree
Bloomed so loudly against its skin
That travelers slowed just to nod.
At last the cold was past
And earth would green and grain again.
Jerome L. McElroy
Accepted in The Villager (1991).