A hint of spring
Brings a bit of hope
While it uncovers the dirt,
The trash, the neglect
Ugly to look at, sure, though
At the same time
It allows the grass and weeds
To green and reach and breathe
Before being tramped down again
By Sheilagh’s case of brushes
A veritable salon Of winters
Holding on for dear frozen life
And several fine toothed combs
Weeds get a bad rap
Maybe not as delicate,
Or pretty
the hardest to kill
And most invasive ,
Strongly rooted and
Sending runners
Inspiring , really
And stand against the
Strong winds that curse
Our houses
The first birds I hear
Aren’t the sweet robins
Not the chubby chickadees
However kind -
But the road worn crows
The scraggly ravens
Survivors, all
I hop on scarred
And clipped wings
And I fly, imperfectly, with them.

- me
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