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).