birds and bees

the birds are ready.
you see them
circling the trees,
lighting down
on branches,
staring into
little mirrors
of ice and snow.
getting ready
for spring. for
romance. some of
the girl birds
are dabbing bits
of sweet wild
berries behind
their ears,
you see the men
birds lifting
large frozen
worms over their
heads, working
on their muscles.
and the bees, oh
the bees. don't
get me started on
the bees.