To me, birdsongs are the harbinger of spring. I know the season is about to arrive in Delaware because after a series of unusually frigid mornings, which lasted from December through February, cheerful chirping of red-breasted robins, blue jays, and chickadees has now filled the morning air.
Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.
To me, birdsongs are the harbinger of spring. I know the season is about to arrive in Delaware because after a series of unusually frigid mornings, which lasted from December through February, cheerful chirping of red-breasted robins, blue jays, and chickadees has now filled the morning air.
Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.
