Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Stiff spring breeze
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Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.
Malted milk eggs, Peeps,
solid bunnies (eaten ears
first) hide in fake grass.
What do bunnies and
chocolate have to do with
a resurrection?
She’s coming home, train
speeding through the heartlands, back
to where we miss her.
Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.
Night pushed back, a dark
blanket kicked aside as the
sun stays wide awake.
Snowpack seems solid
but underneath, droplets sing
of melting caverns.
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
Our longer springtime
walks knock him out. There he lies
fat happy fur child.
Rake leaves left over
from fall. Clean porch furniture.
Spring into action.