A Certain Sign of Spring
This morning the stone fountain
Is drained of winter's dark water,
The settled leaves and leavings
Of a season thawing a last time,
New clear water slowly gathering,
Not yet arching into rainbowed air,
Nor moss repairing chinked mortar.
Two sparrows are waiting patiently,
Bathing in ripples of rising light.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-03-01 at 17:24
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