Warmer

I feel the sympathetic fallacy
Calling to me, since the weather's changed
And what once seemed determined it would be
A cold and chilly winter is estranged
From any thought of what has come before,
Transformed into a sudden semispring
Makes trees begin to bloom and, what is more,
Allows me to walk jacketless and sing
A rising trill of imitating notes
Set against the birds who have returned
Who warble proudly from their red-rimmed throats
Of what they have, from primal instinct, learned.
So as the spring returns, and my joy too,
I think the weather also must love you.