Spring Signs

The mesquite trees are budding out
The wildflowers line the house
The birds have been talking
I heard them whispering of spring
The sky spreads its brilliant blue bonnet
with angel-wing clouds
The sun warms the cats curled in a beam
on the bed
The March lion has laid down its head
and the lamb is now nestled in our valley
at the feet of our mountain
Soon the baby quail will bounce out of their nests
as the steadfast sentry perches
ready to call them home