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.

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One Response to “Signs of Spring”

  1. bluedragonfly Says:

    beautiful poetry – love all the images you’ve given the reader

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