Poetry Friday - Spring I Sing

Spring, I sing,and robins bring branches for nests;and the trees, which had undressed,must have eaten the Fruit, I guess,for they gather their leaves about them.The warblers giggle their anthem,the weather is getting better,the breeze is cool like a feather,I fling out my arms like a satyr,and it's Spring.[1969]One benefit of having written for a long time is that I can read what I wrote years