inching
toward spring
cold
and dry
ferns
beginning to poke up
they know when to open their eyes
the
trail below the ridge top
worn
by deer wild turkeys
to
trace every path
long before humans
long before humans
the
buds aren't quite ready
they
line the river
quiet
anticipation
the sky begins
to dodge thru shadows
where
sparrows dance
---
e b bortz
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