For the first week or so

March chafes.
Can't you tell
by looking at the word
with your ears?

Still, by the end of it,
we'll have frequent
sixties and seventies,
and the bright

of forsythia
and lively birds
like schoolkids

calling each other names
in the bustling hedges.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-01 at 07:43

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Lovely and so evocative as always,Thomas. Spring is just around the corner!