The high honking of ducks in early March
signals return of warmer weather,
yet nighttime frost may strike at any night.
Each morning, light arrives much earlier
with indication of approaching Spring,
but there is no certainty till the frogs sing.
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Frogs will gobble young minnows at creek-side
as ice-melt swells the creek’s craggy bank-side.
Midges will gather at the crossing bridge
yet their frantic aerial flights will live
but a single day in tepid sunshine.
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In Springtime, I feel my heart opens up
to savor the greening ground I walk on.
