Carol Bogart

(Tiffin, OH, USA)

Spring Again

Silvery strands of billowing lace
Bedecking a tree’s barren branches,
Beckoning all winter-weary souls on
In witness of Spring’s yearly promise. The maple, festooned liked a blossoming bride,
A magnet for migrating travelers.
The goldfinch waits patiently, wanting the hole,
Safe harbor for nesting and birdlets. At pondside, a bullfrog leaps in with a yelp,
As ducks go by looking for rushes,
Therein to lay eggs or to quack with alarm

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