Winds Through The Boughs

I am often touched by the delicacy of life in mid winter.  Outside our office windows we have a beautiful silver needle pine tree and at this time of year the birds are starting to return and the small swallows have been finding refuge under the bows of that said tree.  As I watch I see them land and the wind then sends them fluttering off to the neighboring fields only for them to return and try again.

Spring is right around the corner and it could not be soon enough.  Someday they will return here: