Back End of March
Distant birdsongs
return from frozen fields,
A Carolina Wren jabs and hops
inside a thin ring of pale sunlight.
In the back of a cold season
the wind dresses a scarecrow
with spiny feathers under raven rags.
Ice scabs scratch sod and mulch.
One inaugural leaf
invites a green legend,
It will be weeks before
chill cavities fill chambers
with warm blood,
creaturehood
awakes to death or life.
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