Published on 1 March 2011 of by readers
The March sun was sick in bed.
now sits on the stove.
read what has been.
Reads disasters.
flash flood and damage, storms and avalanches
-
is there never rest
down there with them.
Watch the calendar.
it says: "Let there be!"
reaches for the opera glass.
Look to the earth.
snows of yesteryear
was not the same. If
like a duvet cover
small on the bleach.
winter makes inventory.
Will change.
wrote to an offer
from other countries.
screened in Fort Gehn still
willows and alders.
kitten bloom silver gray.
shimmer like pearls.
into tree and topsoil are excited
's everywhere.
Radio reports already
storks and swallows.
suspect snowdrops now, what they mean
.
If you close your eyes, you hear them ringing
.
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