Mud Season

The robins came back weeks ago, the phoebe's here as well,
How long they'll have to wait for worms is more than I can tell.
There's still snow on the garden, it's turning slightly grey,
And I, for one, have had enough! Be gone, dull snow, away!

My car is filthy dirty, from muddy roads and lanes,
And I must get the Windex out to wash my window panes.
My seeds are coming shortly, they'll be here any day,
But spring-time planting'll have to wait until the snow's away.

The air is filled with misty scents of maple and wet earth,
And birds are busy making nests, a-waiting the new birth
That happens each and every spring, it always comes around,
When new life bursts and pushes up through cold, dark, frozen ground.