Spring
Spring
is sprung.
Harbinger
For me it is the
first crocus
On the Wet Coast I
call home.
In the West
Kootenays where
I grew up
Bare pavement and
the
Appearance of the
first
Bicycle signalled
Spring.
The
grass is riz.
Busi-ness
For
landowners, like
My
friend Gerry,
It
signals long months
Of
lawnmower stories.
Another
friend, Al,
Professional
gardener
Awaits
the time of planting
Making
beds afresh
To
receive new plants.
I wonder where the birdies is?
Musing
I sit in my
Powered chair.
Look out my
Studio window.
I see the deer,
My eco-frienidly
Lawnmowers,
Munching
peacefully.
But, where are the
birds?
a bird feeder.
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Postscript
Today I visited Your Dollar Store With More and bought . . .a bird feeder.
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