Spring
Winter whiteness slowing now,
and the tide that full bore crashed
white waves against our house
receding to garden’s foot where
warm roots wait their waking.
But winter still stalks the land
and April brings snow, more snow,
as if there will never be an end
to these waves of whiteness,
thinner, trimmer, true, but
unwelcome as spring days grow
longer and sunrise beckons
ever more early with crow
and Blue Jay breaking the morning’s peace
into raucous pieces
as they bounce from branch to branch …
.. and brown the earth, and barren,
and bare, the robins finding no food
and flying on, while the passerines
just call and pass us by, finches at the feeder,
purple and gold, yet singing no songs,
and the robins, hop-along casualties
of this long delayed spring that promises,
but never comes …
rogermoorepoet 
Wonderful pic, and I loved the poem…but the snow has got to go…Lol
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Another 2 inches forecast overnight and into tomorrow: April 20TH. Double Yuck.
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That is cruel and unusual punishment…
It’s beautiful here. It is heading your way…
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I do hope so. I also hope that, like a certain someone’s fleet, it is all headed in the opposite direction!
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The deer was right at the end of our drive, incidentally, looking out of the garage door. I was looking out, she was looking in.
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It was a great capture!
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I took several pictures and this one must have heard the camera, turned, and looked right at me. Here’s the original post, from January 6:
https://rogermoorepoet.com/2017/01/06/reyes/
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I remember that! They are beautiful animals. I never grow tired of seeing them.
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It is a sort of wood magic when they emerge from the trees. I always feel blessed by their presence. So silent, so beautiful. A sacred being in many ways.
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