Spring Delayed

The birds are out today
without looking at a calendar
and despite the freezing temperature
they know it is Spring
and their turn to
Sing.

This bird I am observing
is shivering
shaking all the more
given the force of wind
and
rears back his little neck
and thrusts forward
letting out his sweet shrill
from his frosted beak

And later I sit
for the first time since late fall
on my designated naturally formed rock pew
and stare at the sunlit water
as a cold breeze slaps my face
and close my eyes
to see a red background light behind my eyelids
and insist
that Spring is indeed here.