There’s a mockingbird out my window, twittered rambling
a cornflower sky, the remnants of snow melting into a memory
dark red buds on the trees timidly reaching toward the morning sun
I can feel Spring trying to burst through Her Old Foe, Winter
as the ice cracks on the Charles, small continents of ice returning to the Harbor
like the tapping of a hard boiled egg against the counter, the shell giving way
like the tapping of a spoon against the crackled coating of a creme brulee
breaking through to the sweetness within
I feel a buzzing in my soul
knowing Spring and I will meet again
in just eighteen days.
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Photo by Keiko Zoll
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Beautiful!
Spring is beautiful.
You are an amazing photographer.