Charles Coon Poet Blank verse

Spring

SPRING

SPRING is chirping..
just now..a SPRING walk..
SPRING forms a birdsong
imagined on a high branch...
No skill in naming the bird..!
Attention shifts to the warming sun
to the sprouting dandelions
to shining white on the distant Peak
to melting of  recent snow:
these many SPRING songs..
I am SPRING
shaping and returning
as each footstep
rises and falls...

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Doug Vinson April 8, 2017 at 11:03 AM Cheers, Charles - the real feeling, there. : ) Today I have a chirping too, but it only signals that I need to replace the fill valve inside a toilet tank. : (