Two geese fly
over the lake
bringing spring
with each flap
of their wings.
Two geese fly
over the lake
bringing spring
with each flap
of their wings.
The ground hog says
it will be early spring
but even if he did not,
the blue sky and balmy breeze
today asserted its own opinion.
Little horns of sunshine
exclaiming on my table,
‘Daffodils mean spring!’
The birds return
set sights on sites and sing
in fervor with that mating thing
You take to the road
push pedals for a hundred k
while I wait for petals,
seek something to say
and all of these are just the way
we mark each new spring.
Me. You. New.
too.
.
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From the bridge
I look down
upon the frozen creek
and see a red mitten
bobbing under the ice.
T’is the season
snow is melting
that’s the reason
things are smelling
Get the shovel
bag all the crap
shoulder muscles
ache while it splats
into the bag
Excrement is
winter’s last joke:
dog- doo dizzy
I want to choke!
.
Home from vacation and duty calls! Yuck. The back yard melt reveals a lot of mess. Gross.
On the end of each
rhododendron stem:
A tightly wrapped
promise
of blossom.