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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