words: untitled

cheer

fizzle

green 

seat

 

Rain, nearly snow, yet

the robin speaks of spring,

of blue eggs, of cheer.

 

Who am I, to let hope

and joy fizzle away?

The lilac is sprouting green,

 

the muskrat, seated

by her reedy lair,

is washing her face,

 

and in the gray dogwood,

the yellow-throat

has found a starting place.

One comment on “words: untitled

  1. Christine Lee Moore says:

    Hopes of Spring spring eternal! I hope it has finally come to you up there. We’ve at least had an abundance of flowers and bird song to help us during this hunkering down period.

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