Signs of Spring

I saw a fat robin

beat upon the earth,

extract a long red thread

of worm, and gobble it.

Twice.

And then he flew away.

In the small garden

parallel to the fence,

I planted two dozen tulips.

Two pink flower heads

wave slowly.

The squirrel has had

a generous winter feast.

Without the aid of clothes pegs,

rain hangs out to dry

in droplets, all along

the bright blue clothes line.

Tags: daily living, poetry, spring