Another obscure poet

Hints of Spring

Last night I heard an owl
Hoot a lovesong to the night.
No answer came, but I'm sure it will.
Then I saw a waning moon
Rise just before dawn
To look down on my fields so dark and still.

I've caught other hints of spring
In a streak of living red
That chased a herd of shadows from my woods,
And a little shaft of morning
That came dancing down the hill
And started romancing with some buds.

-Max Ellison

That was a quick edit, amigo!