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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