The hedgerow pulse
seems quickened as the dipped flit
of three blue **** from here to there
declares that something is coming
Maybe too early to call spring,
the jackdaw on a slack wire
is still willing to give energy to balance,
as his eye sees good things
And the fettered earth begins to flex
as something elliptical
solar
inherent
returns to tickle us
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
The hedgerow pulse
seems quickened as the dipped flit
of three blue **** from here to there
declares that something is coming
Maybe too early to call spring,
the jackdaw on a slack wire
is still willing to give energy to balance,
as his eye sees good things
And the fettered earth begins to flex
as something elliptical
solar
inherent
returns to tickle us
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