Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Signs of Spring

The waterfall was silent this morning; it rushes tonight.
Fish houses come off the lake.
The cutter makes its way this far.
Muddy dog prints inside.
The uprooted lilac sends out cautious tiny buds.
Hockey jerseys are turned in.
Autumn fog turns to spring mist.
I turn my face to the sun.
I trade my coat for my vest.
I'm blogging again.

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