Saturday, March 09, 2013
A downpour heralds her arrival
Frogs clear their throats, croaking in chorus
Bees hum busily
Battalions of new leaves
stand to attention in double file,
while blossoms cluster on bare branches
blushing at the unashamed antics of mating birds.
Spring rushes in
She’s late again
But no one seems to care.
From a segment on The Seasons in WORDS ON A CRUMPLED PAGE due for publication my Margaret Muir