Spring Reboots

Oh Lord they come again in brilliant hue cold ghosts so long thought dead beneath the snow arise, in flaunting presence overdue upon the thatch brown bed - clear hoar frost glow clings to the softening edge of winter’s grip an echoed crack of ice its passing blow in fated end to her long cyclic trip succumbing to the whims of passing winds rippling thru tall Maples slow sap drip wet rabbits skirt the edges of the fens to dine upon first buds of greening shoots plump robins build their nests in silent glens watched by the moon the mating owl hoots as nature hits default and spring reboots ©4/29/2019 Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest Nina Parmenter sponsor