19 April 2019 (robin)
Kristen Lindquist
robin perched
on the egg hunt banner
signs of spring
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robin perched
on the egg hunt banner
signs of spring
not the only ones
making our way north
turkey vultures
birthday wishes
driving a few hours south
to find daffodils
blooming early
along the highway
an Easter egg tree
rescued from the street
our first wood frog of spring
how cold it is
It’s that seasonal transition, when winter persists in small ways even as we welcome growing warmth, singing robins, spring peepers, and crocuses. Today we opened a window to hear the first-of-year White-throated Sparrow singing in the backyard, and later, in a crabapple in a downtown park, enjoyed a lingering flock of Bohemian Waxwings, a winter-only visitor that actually nests far north of here.
windows open
for the first time this spring
winter waxwings
Watching the PGA Masters on t.v. this afternoon, feeling envious of the true spring happening in Georgia while here in Maine patches of snow persist.
hot pink azaleas
and a wren loudly singing
television golf
river stone
a line of bright moss
marking high water
such insistence
in the cardinal’s song
spring thaw
even the crows
going on about it
spring snowfall
all I want right now
is to warm it in my hands
phoebe perched in snow