In this unending winter the days are perceptibly lengthening, and a few new warblers chirp from trees on my walk around snowbanks and into the bite of windchill. But this last round of wintry weather leaves me concerned about these forerunners of spring.
Shrouded Bird
A songbird
in frosted February
sings spring too soon.
A memo misread
or tossed off? A coat
of hope his sole protection.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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