If I was out too long
on my walk,
blame the chickadees:

 

They lured me
with cheerful
announcements.

 

The sky has opened!
Light is on the ground—

 

Trees are brimful with
tears.

 

I was out
reveling
in puddles:
wet hollows of hope.

 

I felt
Spring’s presence
drip
on my forehead.

 

Join me next time.
You were at home,
cooking breakfast.

 

The chickadees’ song
tempts me more than bacon.

                                                                                                       ~Lindsey Bellosa

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