Succulent buds spring fresh from waking earth
Coiled tight and furry sweatered ‘gainst night’s chill
Muted gray green promise at long winter’s end
That summer too will unfurl beneath unbooted feet
It’s time for Maine folk, shivering ostriches of the North,
To lift their heads from the snow and stretch up smiling
To bask in the fleeting warmth of longer days
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved
Fiddleheads
October 23, 2010 by dmcglauflin