When the earth at last leans sunward
Spring things need witness by the Bay
Birds cued by longer light take wing
On brackish pond’s rich feast refresh
Joyful journey’s end those staying sing
Ears perk to hear the feathered din
Eyes note new shoots and greening trees
Nose tickled by the riot of rebirth
Rapt audience for returning raptors
My heart soars in season full of mirth
When the sun moves lower in the sky
And days grow short again I watch
Drunk squirrels leap and fill their cheeks
Songbirds grow plump and soon are gone
Empty osprey nests dot silent creeks
Leaves spread a carpet ankle deep
Then winter’s chill descends and stays
On still pond and in bones that tire
Foxes find their dens and deer their thickets,
And I turn to tend a quiet inner fire
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin December 2010. All rights reserved.
Debbie,
What a lovely, observant nature poem linked to your inner life. I like that you’re centering your poetry around place. That gives it extra power.
Janet Riehl