Birdsong throngs the air;
Chipmunk has arisen—plump
From his warm storehouse—
All willing to forget such
a cold and nasty winter.
Skat@2022
Birdsong throngs the air;
Chipmunk has arisen—plump
From his warm storehouse—
All willing to forget such
a cold and nasty winter.
Skat@2022
Even a
grackle cackle can
fill me up
with pure joy—
this spring sign—finally in
my safe-bubble world.
Skat@2022
Finding it so hard
To focus these days, my head‘s
All over the place.
Skat@2022
Wind snow wind snow wind
Snow wind rain ice snow wind rain
Ice! ice! Ice! repeat.
Skat @2022
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It’s so cold
I’ve had to change gloves
To fill up
The birdbath
I was going to go shop,
But the fire’s on now.
Skat@2022