It’s more than just the melting snow,
the woodcocks on the radio,
it’s the sleep lost, the daylight saved,
the potholes waiting to be paved,
the peeping frogs, the courting swans,
hungry squirrels ploughing the lawns,
the crocus bloom, narcissus leaf,
maples oozing sappy grief,
the warming air, the muddy earth,
the messy business of rebirth.
by Martin Rocek
Editor’s Note: Spring is coming in this part of the world, and this delightful poem skillfully details its messy inevitability.
Poet’s Note: Here is a link to the radio show referred to within the poem.
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