ASTIR
By Andrew Reinbach | March 20th, 2011 | Category: Featured Articles, Poetry, Poetry Archive | 2 commentsYesterday
the blackbirds arrived,
and the bleak crows
were subsumed in music.
The valley is loosed;
tiny winged creatures
drift
through afternoon light.
From my porch
I can see the creek,
all melted,
shimmer at the bend.
I like it. Spring in the NE brings about many confused emotions.
Just like the season. After 2 weeks in the 50s, it’s snowing heavily today…..