Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Whiff of spring


It seems fitting that on this, the first day of Lent, spring would be in the air.

I open the front door:
New
Red
(Of course it is red)
The scent of possible spring
Drifts by.
I watch a sparrow fly,
Take refuge
Under the yew bush
Next to the driveway.
The sun is bright
Already it turns
To new life.
I remember Lent
Means spring.
Of course it does.
As much as the front door
Is red,
There are birds under the bushes,
Even in the cold air
The whiff of spring
Is present.
Lent begins.

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