DO COME IN


open door

Osprey cries
Echoed, in the
Morning mist
With, frantic
Wing beats, it
Struggled to
Remain aloft, a
Two-foot branch
Clenched in talons
With, nest
Construction
Family matters
In mind

Two robins, quarreled
Then alighted, from
A nearby thicket
Tell-tale traces
Of yellowish
Pine pollen
Edged puddles
From last
Night’s rain
Grass was, still
Frost-killed brown
A sliver of light
Welcomed, the
Entrance of spring