Spring Is the Hungry Season

They shine, these silver days that promise Spring
When bits of sun light up forgotten things,
Like trowels that have lain too long unused
By double-bladed Klingon garden tools.
Even through closed windows, I can hear
Birdsong that’s been missing since last year;
Now in pairs, they’ve come back to inspect
Nesting hollows bigger birds have pecked.
The crows I love now share the sky with all
The littler wings we see from Spring to Fall,
While we still wait for smallest fliers, bees
Of many kinds for garden company.
But all Spring’s beauties make us wish the harder
For Summer to return and stock the larder!

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Birds and Other Joys, Dogs, Birds and Other Joys, Gardening, Gardening, Usually Organic, Patience, Poetry, Sonnet, Spring, Summer. Bookmark the permalink.

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