Despondency
Late winter
Endless winter
Trees lay bare branches across the grey sky
Their leaves dried by March wind
Brown as putrid skin
Ground squirrels scurry round
Hunting up buried nuts
Some climb trees to very top
Lookouts for predators
Birds don't know which way to fly
A pile of white feathers lay
Where a famished hawk devoured its prey
And three great black crows
Sit in the everlasting pine
With shrieking comment all morning long
This a daily ritual
While at noon one may see
O'er bent the rot and lingering snow
An old old couple
Out with rake and hoe
Trying to inveigle spring
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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