Birthday Poem 2019

The ospreys have returned
to their stick nest
by the ballpark

The light on the
snow/cloud shrouded Crazies
is miraculous

The river wants a canoe
The sleeping morels
sing quietly in their dreams

The crimson buds of the maple
are telling that same
old story once again

About marcbeaudin

Poems, plays, books, roads, trails.
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