Four Six

  

Four Six

Ice out in the swamp

Open water

A chorus of frogs

Telltale signs 

Of a tardy springs’

Welcome arrival.

The dirt stained snow

In the front yard

Hangs on like

Lint upon a black jacket

Unwanted

Tenacious.

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