Apr 2017
I can hear them
In the distance.
Geese.
Sugaring shack,
Maple tree sap.
Boiled down to
Syrup.
Hopping, looking,
Head cocked to side.
Robins.
A patch of snow
Waits for the sun.
April
In the distance.
Geese.
Sugaring shack,
Maple tree sap.
Boiled down to
Syrup.
Hopping, looking,
Head cocked to side.
Robins.
A patch of snow
Waits for the sun.
April
(concord, nh)
Please log in to view and add comments on poems
