First warm day

First warm day.
I sit in the shade closing one eye
then the other.

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This phoebeing—
even the pants on the line
seem to get the rhythm.

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Vicious groundhog fight.
The victor stands still & lets the flies
land on his face.

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Fur in the air—
the cattails
are shedding.

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As slow as spring
on the half-naked dead elm,
a fox squirrel’s tail.

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The vulture’s shadow
travels four times farther—
up & down each tree.

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This morning
in its vase on the table,
the forsythia bloomed.

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  1. Hooray forsythia. Down here it was like Tuesday was all bare and dull and Wednesday was all green and yellow, like somebody remembered and hit the spring button.

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    1. Yes, it was like that here, too – and there were even a few dots of yellow outside with the first coltsfoot blooming. The first snakes were out, and the first woodfrogs at their courting puddle.

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  2. Loved the vulture’s shadow! There are times when I was on a flight that I could glimpse the shadow of the plane on the landscape below for stretches of time. It is entrancing!

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    1. That does sound entrancing. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that, but it’s been years since I’ve flown.

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    2. By the way, congratulations on leaving the 10,000th comment at Via Negativa! (Or at least the 10,000th since April 1, 2006, when I moved from Blogger.)

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    1. Thanks, Dick. I’ve been taking fewer actual snapshots lately, wanting to get back to poetry a bit. I’m glad you think these are successful.

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    1. Thanks. And thanks for stopping by. I think I will keep the avatars — they make it seem more homey here, don’t you think?

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