Stir

At the edges of the yard, some grass
and early daffodils coming back.

The stenciled arms of the maple
pushing out rounded points.

Even the river’s dark
surface made choppy by wind—

like skin a hand passing over
has recently roused.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Earful.

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