Whiff of spring

It seems fitting that on this, the first day of Lent, spring would be in the air.

I open the front door:

New

Red

(Of course it is red)

The scent of possible spring

Drifts by.

I watch a sparrow fly,

Take refuge

Under the yew bush

Next to the driveway.

The sun is bright

Already it turns

To new life.

I remember Lent

Means spring.

Of course it does.

As much as the front door

Is red,

There are birds under the bushes,

Even in the cold air

The whiff of spring

Is present.

Lent begins.