4-2-17


        4-2-17
stubborn piles of dirty snow

refuse to melt in spite

of a persistent April sun

Robins skitter across 

brownish grass

A crow calls from the woods

and chickens bob their heads

in anticipation of liberation.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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