Monday, March 23, 2020

#PoetryBreak: Spring (Again)

Ophelia (M.A. Reilly)

Spring (Again) 

Michael Ryan
The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels. 

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