Warm sun, cold air on the face
Blue sky, scudding clouds
Wind in the pines
Swaths of sky-eyed speedwell
Vibrant tiny blue gems set in the green grass
Rows of leeks, pulled into piles
Rich earth.
Which apple branch to prune?
Craning necks, handsaws, clippers, ladders
Gnarled branches, fire blight, leaf buds, lichen.
Red-shouldered hawk cries above
Crows call from high bare branches.
Spring peepers have begun their piping,
Unaware of winter’s looming return
on Wednesday’s horizon.
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