from the Kingfisher archive
Second coming
Spring does not exist
Oh it winks and flirts all right
But if you are looking for reality
Forget about it
Spring is smoke and mirrors
For a couple of days the sap runs
Then there is a week or two
Of frostbitten days and snowy nights
The lily sprouts have poked back under the dirt
Perhaps the crows joined the snowbirds
For southern sunny gossip
Leaving northern ears empty
At last comes the equinox
The resurrection
Longer days of seedling promise
It’s all about faith
I don’t know where the groundhog went
There are no paw prints
In April
Snowdrifts
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