by Arunansu   May 20, 2011

Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window:
measuring depth of snow that has piled up
around your cottage, reading weather
forecasts, trying phone numbers that are
out of your network's reach. Get yourself
some warm cappuccino, throw a few more
logs to your fireplace.

The wind and the willows and the snow
indulge in a whispering game.
Let them.

Strain your ears: listen to the robins,
the chickadees, bluebirds and kinglets
rehearsing springtime verses.
Not all are migrants.


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