Improv of "Climbing the Streets of Worchester, Mass."

I was caught by the line "there's the wind trying to teach some trees to fly."
It just made me think of a windy day and it gave the image of hope.

Birds chirp like it isn't January
and snow still covers Pembrook Place,
hiding rocks and the green grass of spring.
Squirrels leap from branch to branch
of the oak trees like there aren't leaves missing,
something to break the fall if they slip. 
Slipping isn't the problem.
These are flying squirrels, soaring
with the wind if, heaven forbid,
their claws can't grasp the thin appendages.
Soaring up with the wind,
trying to teach some trees to fly.
Soaring up over our heads,
until the wind gives out
and they join us on
ground.