Backend of March
Bird-song returns from the lingering dead.
A Carolina Wren jabs and hops
inside a miniscule ring of pale sunlight.
In the back of a cold season
the wind dresses a scarecrow
with spiny feathers.
Ice scabs scratch sod and mulch.
One inaugural leaf
invites a green legend
but it will be weeks before
chill cavities
fill to blood heat.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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