With ears flapping
Spring is due here any moment…
I can tell by the grey days we’re having
When branches drip
With rainy pearls,
Revel in melting snow.
The little yellow suns of the crocus
Patiently wait for some sun
As do we.
In the meantime, I enjoy the orange pop of a boat —
I like how the lines on the boat match
The waves on the lake.
And when another hail or snowstorm rushes in
We meet it with ears flapping
And hair flying – in the hope that spring will soon arrive.
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