Verdant Hope

by | Feb 14, 2023 | Issue Thirty-One, Poetry

I longed for spring, 
and it came, 
not sun and crocuses 
but frigid rains, 
drifts drowned away in a day, 
and undying winds. 

Restless, Spring moved to my living room. 
What to do with Grandmother’s once prized rug, 
these sodden cushions? 

Vines laced through our new blinds. 
Returned birds screeched 
in waterlogged misery. 
The raccoons, at least, used the bathroom. 

Coyote pups frolicked in my kitchen, 
feasted on the tiny newborn, 
the bald newly hatched, 

every room loud with life, life, life.

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