Spring: A ditty

Rain and thunder, thunder and rain
Comes the spring with its mud and its pain
As the hull cracks and the new leaf, raw
pokes through the ash in delicate awe.

The robins cry: Enemy, away!
Trilling threats, masculine display
attacking reflections trapped in glass
and landing on their robin-y ass.

(OK, so I’m not Mary Oliver!)

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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One Response to Spring: A ditty

  1. Briar says:

    Cute. “robin-y ass” is an absolute masterpiece. I just about fell on mine laughing.

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