The old snow
stiff as ice
yesterday,
lured creatures
out of holes
to think spring,
climb around,
shed patches
of fur, down,
musically
twitter, sing
spring
is
just
around
the
corner.
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
A Flurry of Spring
The geese are wearing snowshoes
on the first of spring in March.
They crane their necks, and look about,
and cackle, "Should we go back south?".
on the first of spring in March.
They crane their necks, and look about,
and cackle, "Should we go back south?".
It's that time again!
Just a couple of weeks until National Poetry Writing Month! I will post my poems in my blog and at the NaPoWriMo website.
http://www.napowrimo.net/
http://www.napowrimo.net/
Sunday, March 1, 2015
March
Light snow drifts like smoke from clouds.
The garden plan looks good on the paper
white as the snow on snow.
Is the raised bed three by six?
Four by eight?
The garden
waiting in expectation
for spring's nurturing . . .
snow white hoops arch over
hint at the garden buried for now,
Light snow drifts like smoke from clouds.
The garden plan looks good on the paper
white as the snow on snow.
Is the raised bed three by six?
Four by eight?
The garden
waiting in expectation
for spring's nurturing . . .
snow white hoops arch over
hint at the garden buried for now,
Light snow drifts like smoke from clouds.
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