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Tag Archives: March
March is not spring (micro)
March is not spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is unbloomed, precrocus want a softening, finally naked and waiting
full worm moon
The robin’s voice breaks the back of winter. You can see it if you know where to look: the rise of sap pinking the tips of maple branches or dripped to thin cicles snapped from tap mouths and tasted, a … Continue reading
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Tagged early spring/late winter, March, poetry, robins, sugaring
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March is not spring
March is not the spring promised in seed catalogs other places here, it is the unbloomed, precrocus want of mud under ice a softening, finally naked but still waiting
reversals
The first morning song wakes me before my alarm clock this winter tells me, beautifully and without question that cardinal knows something March refuses to admit, weaving his nest on barely-budded branches with last year’s field grass, his wings bleeding through … Continue reading
