Spring will eventually arrive,
Tom tells his youngest daughter
looking out the window at the snow.
Take heart, he tells her,
and listen for the blue jays when
they build a nest in the sycamore
and chase away the other birds
that fly unwelcome into the tree
hoping also to start a family.
He tells his snowbound daughter
once she hears the blue jays’ ruckus
spring will be here and she can wear
her jeans and pretty yellow jacket,
get on her tricycle with the other girls
and go for a birdsong ride.
By Donal Mahoney
Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. Read more of his poems in Eye on Life Magazine here.
Photo by Volodymyr Mylytchuk