by Kevin T McEneaney
Forsythia, that banner flag of Spring,
blooms by window and sharp-curving roadside
with yellow prolixity and promise
of warmer weather with low-cloud-cover,
and constant threat of precipitation.
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Small peepers have sung their anarchic joy,
and green turf is soft as a baby’s cheek.
Seed packets speak with shushing sound when placed
on a table for planning the garden,
while winds roil, shake upper-tree branches.
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Chipmunks and squirrels scurry
as daffodils dither in fickle breeze
that may drizzle thin, eyelash-prickling drops
at the whim of any passing gray cloud….
