Morning Ruckus

15 Mar
Winter's dirge must soon forego
its gray procession of icy snow
frostbitten trees now bud a leaf
forgetting all their frigid grief
the sun comes out to play with the earth,
lighting the candles of greening new birth,
the restoration back to the fold
waxy perfumes will begin to grow bold.

forget the past of unchangeable things;
a honey bee twice never stings
a south to north pattern will raucously bring
alarm-clock birds winging back for spring

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Posted by on March 15, 2022 in Poetry


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