A Late Blizzard

Daffodils came up 
before this late blizzard —

while shoveling the front walk
last night I uncovered

the edge of the cluster.
There was a robin, fat with cold,

chowing down on the old biscuits
I’d crumbled onto the front yard

yesterday. Today, sparrows
crowd the top of a small bush there

with the snow concealing 
whatever that robin might have left.

It’s hell out there this morning —
overnight everything went hard and icy

and there’s shoveling left
that I dread, but

robin and sparrows and
daffodils suggest

that dread
may not linger long.

 

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About Tony Brown

A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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