A LONGING FOR THE WARMTH OF SPRINGTIME

OF AN EARLY SPRING

Along this country road

Near the house where Chrissy used to live,

Long, shimmering strands of faded wild grass

Bent, from too long under heavy winter snows,

Now ripple in the breezes of an early Spring.

Scattered clusters of sturdy Queen Anne’s Lace stand guard

And yellow gourds, unloosed, tumble down the bank.

In the pasture below

A soiled white horse ambles about,

Nuzzling in the barely perceptible green.

And in the field beyond

A patch of stubborn snow lies before a row of yet barren trees.

Suddenly a fat Robin appears, perched on the barbed wire fence,

Glancing quickly from side to side as if

Watching the wind.

Behind it all, a train rumbles by,

But no one notices.

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(c) Copyright Beverly J. Caligaris

All rights reserved

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I hope everyone had a really good weekend.  It was sunny here, but cold.

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