Rumors of Spring
Greening trees thatch a spackled sky.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
red periods and full-stops
amid an increasing catawampus.
I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chill temples,
but I do feel
a coyote-itch in my dreams,
do imagine a splatter of green
on the hairy chops of whistle pigs.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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