The first cowbird appeared
singing in a smug way atop a lamppost. Every tree is in bloom
today. The pinks and the greens
and the soft purple across the street.
Even the moon tried to nudge
a goose off the roof, feeling
the exuberance of spring.
Curled like a kitten a cloud
launched the afternoon
into a gentle slope toward evening.
And here I am now watching
the sky blush as the first
star tickles its face.
I saw the first western kingbird yesterday. Spring is finally here in earnest
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