between the dawn mist
and sun-driven morning fog
doe and buck listen
eagles bank over the pond for a last look . . .
mallards flock into spinning, clattering fleets . . .
geese conference on every lawn . . .
hawks hover above high-tailed chipmunks . . .
one hummingbird nectars at the last red honeysuckle . . .
. . . time to get ready . . .
. . . time to move on . . .
. . . time to whisk away on the whistling wind . . .
Coming Soon (April 1) just because . . . April is Poetry Month: NaPoWriMo2026 Still waiting for winter to end, 5 days into spring.