March 5, 2021

March arrived on schedule,

but no one noticed 

the light feathering down 

onto the earth, our lives 

still hibernating behind masks 

and hands parched from obsessive 

washing and counting the minutes 

for the perfect cup of tea.

March arrived on schedule,

and no one wrote a word 

until today.

[LSS, 3/6/21]

Turning Season

This is the robin 

that reminded me

that it was time 

to stir the bed

to turn up worms 

to coax a mate

to build a nest

to say what we 

are thinking.

[LSS, 3/6/21]