For the past several weeks now, spring has been heralded in the beautiful songs that the birds have been singing outside my bedroom window, starting around 3:30-4:00am. (There are two bird feeders in the back yard). I won’t consider spring to have officially arrived, however, until I lie awake at night and hear the first rumbles of God’s mighty thunder in an approaching storm.

The poet says that the greatest thing about the promise of spring is that, eventually, she has to keep it!