“The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels.”

Michael Ryan, “Spring (Again)”

A simple spring ode that mostly speaks for itself. In fact, he pointedly does not allow the poem to become deeper. Don’t ask questions, it reprimands; just enjoy the surge of hope.