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late at night
the wind sounds colder
than it is
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in the backyard
the first robin has arrived
before the first worm
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no rain after all
the man feeding squirrels
removes his hat
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March sun
now you see it
now you don’t
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first green grass
and look!
a dandelion
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tin whistle
so many tunes
so little time
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March scampers
in ever-widening circles
around the first dandelion
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drooping narcissus
heads down—
spring rain
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spring day
all the windows open
to lure it inside
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bus stop
the abandoned coffee cup
patiently waiting
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March creeps in
without notice—
crocuses
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lost in March mud—
the first crocus to sprout
is not the first to bloom
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February thaw
the dog tracks spring mud
into the winter kitchen
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life
is hard without
a dog to stick its nose
into your open heart and not
let go
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empty hook
nevertheless
he casts again
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snow again last night
a deer passed by silently
hoof prints in the yard
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who’s there?
a woodpecker knocking—
early thaw
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