Now every breath is a scintillation of birdsong.
This fat little chickadee singing high and loud
Over the mild urban uproar: such a tiny feathered
Body to make such a big sound. Now yellow
Proclaims herself Empress of Grass, with squads
Of daffodils marching in her army. Now, after
A quick rain, the still bare branches hold onto
Raindrops like placeholders for the buds to come.
In the background, the snowbells ring out
A farewell to winter. Now only the dogwood
Will send its petaled snowflakes down on us.
Now, we throw off hibernation like a dark wool
Duffel coat as March clomps away in heavy boots.
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Beautiful celebration of the change in season. Loved the imagery of the daffodil army and raindrop placeholders 😊
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Thank you!
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Wonderful imagery!
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Thank you, sir!
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Agree wholeheartedly! … So long, March, and thanks for the fish! 🙂
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I love this, but the weather isn’t listening around here.
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Here either. That’s the poem for tomorrow.
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