Spring

The first day of spring. My hands itch to start planting in the cold soil.  And, I love this poem by Sidney Wade. Happy Vernal Equinox!

You can hear the birds in this poem by Sidney Wade.

first green flare

makes
the air

quiver
and dart

the throat
ache

to call
makes

the heart
cheer

the ear
keen

to the sheer
glorious

windfall
of oriole

veery
vireo

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