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How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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Cinquain in Late March

Cattails rattle, icy in the marsh; snow muffles the fields—and no geese call yet, wild, joyful

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The Gentle Crocus Hones Green Blades of Rain (a villanelle rebuttal of Thomas)

Niel Gow’s ‘Lament for the Death of his Second Wife’ The Gentle Crocus Hones Green Blades of Rain The gentle crocus hones green blades of rain And whittles gaps in notes the small birds sing; Out of silence we build … Continue reading

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The Elms Want the Late May Moon Too

The Elms Want the Late May Moon Too Barely awake, and still not dressed in late May, elms cast sinuous limbs up to hold the moon.

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The First Loud Black Strands

The first loud black strands of geese in the grey March sky— they always return with wild proclamations, but still hold hearts truer than ours.

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