It must be no accident that National/Global poetry writing month is April. Something about spring, not only turns a young man’s fancy to love, it turns a poet prolific. It the awakening.
Look for the Spring Littlins
Baby greens
poking up through the leaf litter.
Tree seeds strewn for the best
chance of landing in a friendly spot.
A hickory nut
his jacket unzipped
lapping up the rain
ready to push out a sprout.
Buds on the tips of the trees
limey and juicy
tempting the winter-hungry deer.
The Chickadees busy about their busyness
Chickadees trust that spring is here.
It may snow on a robin’s tail,
but he is here to stay
growing fat on worms
now the frost has risen.
