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