Spring comes late
where the ice boom holds
bloom until April
the song starts
soft, floats to kiss night
after sun’s setting
and there, unfolds
to full cry, open throats
singing the season
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Very Fine, Very Fine! >KB
Thank you, KB! Having some loud nights lately–love that sound!
Love the title. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! that’s what we f–g want to hear! Yeah! But seriously, I am with you sister, Amen!>KB
Oh, that’s beautiful 😀
Thanks, Polly! Love that sound.
This is gorgeous. Such simple words used to such great effect.
Thank you! Such tiny little throats, but together making such a gorgeous sound. No way to describe it but by staying simple 😉
little bastards surround me by the millions – really screws with my open-windowed sleep – oh well, I still love it here
Hahaha–me too, but I love their noise, and prefer it to sirens and bar brawls, which I got far too used to when I lived in the city.
me, too – thankfully, we escaped the urban madness
It took a while, but it’s on a roll now. Sing the season!
Yes!!! I missed my noisy neighbors.
YES! a fitting and lovely lune chain.
Thank you, Jane!