Welcome Spring

Margaret V.Doran

The robins came early before the juncoes had gone
scampering then waiting in stillness
pouncing to pull worms from the still-frozen earth

Juncoes fluttered to the grass looking for seeds
amidst frost that looked like left-over snow
before returning to the ease of the feeder

and beneath the still winter-dead maples
rhododendrons waited to blossom,
laden with burgundy burnished buds

I prepared to say goodbye to the juncoes;
shed my arctic shell and turn
to welcome spring

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Updated March 8, 2005
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