The kitchen window, tapped by rays
The little wrens, come out, come out!
Long since we’ve seen better days
It must be Spring about
Waves of promise, buds of new
Unbashful in their greeting
Take their spaces, claim their due
And Winter is retreating
Wash the linen, move the dust
Wipe each and every speck and smear
Host this guest with luscious trust
– they come just once a year.