a blue jay and a male (red headed) woodpecker
tree hopped outside our window this cold morning,
20 March, with frost on the ground.
reading this on another date you'll have to imagine
the coldness. the stillness. the internal anticipation
of the sweet beginning happening now.
all around, anywhere we look.
talk to anyone and behind the day's greeting
is the hopeful sweetness, the advent of tomorrow's glorious season
no one can stop or keep away.
Spring.
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