Spring Endings

Spring Endings
By John R Greenwood

The days abruptly end 

So anxious we were 
to see them come 
And yet
The clock an enemy of the grey 
Ticks away another spring 

So welcome the bird songs were 
The tiny buds impatient and fresh 
like little boys to little girls
scents of green drift
Out through forest walls 
whose curtains have yet to close