March

           March

One day a sunrise
drawing you outside
will tell you it is time to wash
and put away the heavy wool sweaters.

Birds will be knitting the air
with lighter song.

Front yard winter trees framing the far horizon
with diminutive dew drops catching
orbed glow on last year's tiniest twigs
drinking it all in

As huge cloud formations beyond 
celebrate breeze and amber and golds

and greys and pinks and 
roses and tangerines

in the cornucopia
of a coming spring

poem & photo copyright ©2013 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 57