Spring comes so slowly
With no bursts of verdant green--
All in the waiting.
Spots in the bushes--
Birds are waiting for their turn
To fly to feeder.
Collette is watching
Rozabelle walking on stilts;
("These humans are nuts.")
Two geese at the pond,
One standing and on sitting--
Both still as water.
Dead leaves are still dead;
No resurrection has come;
Buds are still waiting.
Robins on the fence
Their beaks upraised in bird pride.
Then they fly away.
Dandelion light
Shines again from the roadside.
(Is this time for real?)
Only at the top
Does the fir tree have needles;
Below? Long bare trunk.
Circle of sawdust;
But there's not tree that shed it;
(Where did it come from?)
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