3.05.2009

First of Spring



A southerly wind was a saving breath
Black bird red eased winter’s death
Dozens gathered in leafless oaks
singing from atop pines and posts
Killdeer, Killdeer, Killdeer
Sights and songs that spring is near
I couldn't be happier and yesterday such dread
I watched a flock of robins; I wasn't dead.

© 2009 Mike McDowell