WINTER TO SPRING (April contest)

A deep breath of spring morning air
near cold enough to bring a frost
yet dogwoods are blooming everywhere.
In seasons' battle winter lost.

The whippoorwill might sing tonight
and I might see a spotted fawn
just as an owl takes to flight.
His hunt will end with the next dawn.

The new year's leaves have finally
push dead leaves off of the beech trees.
New growth hinting of what soon will be
while thick pollen will make me sneeze,

So life asserts itself today
having survived death's chill season
with next winter seeming far away
the world is filled with optimism.

This season and I hardly match
for white as snow is my scarce hair
which one time was as thick as thatch.
Winter Will come....will I be there?