Spring Strains
The chickadee wins the first prize –
as it visits its favorite haunts,
fleeting from tree to branch and branch to tree
noting the changes in the season,
perhaps nothing much,
maybe the hopeful bareness
on the maple tree:
a thousand bursting buds,
a thousand leaves that’ll bloom
in two weeks’ time.
Beyond the yard,
at the edge of the woods,
a bright winter-spring sun tickles the air.
And below on the mish-mash earth:
worms, worms, and worms
that strain to escape the chilly bits of broken ice.
by A Zelda
Gonna place a Northern Gals rule on this..Any logs that are
defamatory, derogatory or negative in view will be deleted without
notice. Even if she hated the hide she would be polite about it
& just log it as "TFTC,TNLNSL".