Drunken Dirt

It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived

Spins with Ease

Instead of flying south Puff up your feathers In the everchanging New England weather ~ Whether a duckling Or a goose who’s old A merry heart Stays warm in the cold ~ Enduring through The harshest wintry freeze Until spring comes in As the gentlest breeze ~ Warming the metal ‘til it spins with ease