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Day 30 – Poetry for Lent

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Too much North

There is too much North in the wind
men turn up their collars
women put their heads down
rushing to their destinations
without lingering to look
around
the leaves scuttle down the road 
as if suddenly aware
it's now Spring
and they missed the autumn gathering
Daffodils close their buds tight
refusing to wake
before the heat is turned up

There's too much North in the air
park benches sit empty
playground equipment languishes 
forlorn
swings swaying empty in the breeze
birds hunker down
into feathered poofs while the 
bird bath becomes a skating rink
even the grass genuflects
hoping to avoid 
the wind's ire

There's too much North in the wind
he says but I only grin
shrugging into my coat and hat
before going out to 
revel


Day 15 – Poetry for Lent

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Season Change

In Detroit today for a conference and when I was looking at the green water of the river, there was this weird whitish section floating down stream with birds sitting in the midst of it. I looked closer and noticed that it was a large chunk of ice. The Spring thaw is here!

icebergs on water
mini islands for the birds
spring thaw on rivers

Day 7 – Poetry for Lent

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Winter Exorcism

Those early signs of Spring are so welcomed and cherished despite the crazy business of this time of year. Often I agonize over poems, but this one just slipped out. Gotta love it when that happens.

The owl out back is
 asking questions again,
 and I lie here hoping
 to hear the answers
 --or maybe just to 
 understand the questions.
 Life goes by so fast
 I’m moving clocks
 forward, backward, and 
 forward again,
 losing and gaining hours
 I didn’t know I had
 --or that I have already spent
 ten times over,
 like my Christmas money
 or my summer vacation.
 The rain brought the 
 mist rising off the snow
 today like it was exorcising 
 the spirit of winter,
 what with the crocuses
 delicately craning
 their necks above the soil
to watch while I cheer.

 Spring is coming.