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.
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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