Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring has sprung

The skunk cabbage is the first visible sign of spring
Nearby little peepers cry their love songs
Their rough voices sounding like the creak of a cork
Twisted in the neck of a whiskey bottle.

 There are few other signs of Spring
The tall grasses still brown and brittle
Pushed down flat here and there
Beds for weary deer.
Post a Comment