It is still cold here
in the Rio Grande Valley
not far east of the
River itself
The trees are beginning
to "bud out" a bit...
The lawns are turning green...
Crocuses have bloomed
and can daffodils
be far behind?
A robin was seen on the lawn
searching for a cold worm,
and a few lost summery
clouds drift by daily
when the sun is shining...
as if trying to catch
up with the cloud crowd...
wherever it went...
The two ever-quarreling
blue jays are back
and can be heard from
the very tops
of the pines which
are always green
year -round...
It may be a bit early for
the frogs and snails
to come out of the ground,
and the voice of the
turtles is yet to be heard
"in our land..." and
it has been known
to snow way down
into springtime
in these parts...
So it seems like winter
was just yesterday
(but it was three days ago)
and people accuse
The Poet of being
"cold-natured" as the
saying goes and
of covering up too much
when it's cold winter-time...
But in reality he stays pretty
warm all the freezing
days of winter and of life...
except for his nose...
People don't really pay
much attention to him,
and it's okay but they
oft write, admiring
his Bear Quilt and ask
"Where can I get one?"
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MIL
THIRD DAY OF SPRING
24 MARCH 19
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