Spring Unfolds
Wind sweeps mist
into piles of clouds,
releases a blue sky sliver,
then whips up heaps
and tears them apart again.
A cardinal sings,
a jay squawks
along with the chimes.
I pick up my first fawn,
only a new born
will let you hold it.
Within a week,
they bawl, kick hard and run.
Inside a dark birdhouse,
Jennie Wren’s babies
bare and sightless
open wide their yellow beaks
when wings stir the air.
Spring unfolds.
Date Published: March 31, 2017
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