March 20, 2021

A sparrow bellies briefly
in a snow drift still in shade,
Scoots into soggy fall leaf litter.
Scavenges on the first day of spring.

The breeze, the air, the sun,
Transform the calendar note,
Convince me to lift my face
Into the hope of a new season.

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