SPRING ZING
The wood is white
To spring a sight
Comfort day wish
Artists go fish
Heavy and wet
Mid March bet
Forecasters drone
Safe home alone
Bird on a branch
Unfrozen in stance
Surrounded by icing
Temperature dicing
The wood now is flocked
The bird’s head is cocked
Winged, swooped away
For some eave to stay
Floating wafting
Softly ofting
Take what’s in store