March 16, 2010

  • Morning

    Time moves
    one day after the other.
    Dawn comes
    unbidden
    but welcome.
    I wish for
    jacketless mornings
    and longer walks.
    Today
    the birdsong
    almost masks the sound
    of the furnace
    and crocuses bloom.
    I’ll move the grasses
    and plant flowers
    and tomatoes.
    Some day soon
    I will smile and mean it.

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