It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want — oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain

Friday, March 14, 2008


"No birds in spring", he says
And thousands descend
Into the yard
As if in protest:
Flooding my page
With word droppings
And feathered song.

"No birds in spring,", he says.
What would the ears hear?
Old crows take offense.

1 comment:

  1. that's editors for you. Luckily blogs have none! Love your poem (and your pictures and quotes AGAIN). Guess I'll have to stop by here every day.


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