False Spring Birds

in Lancaster County, PA

These birds woke up as rain lay down to sleep
To scatter dreams upon this false-spring field;
February alive from somewhere deep,
Reviving early with a hope to yield
The harvest sooner than it has before.
A warm wind seeping from beyond my prayers
To fill the feathers for these birds to soar
From stubble into windbreak branches there,
And then descend to thawed-out, breathing ground.
They tumble just like slowed-down popping corn,
And I am driving by with windows down,
So I can savor all this promise borne
On winter wings of this field’s common birds,
Withholding none of my hope’s stores so stirred.

You can listen to me read it here


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