First hummingbird arrived today,
tomorrow the first of May.
Hummingbird hearts, amazingly, beat the fastest.
Forecast of snow for overnight
near nine-thousand feet of height.
Our springs seem unschooled dismissing a guest.
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A quilt of snow now graces the ground,
this year’s “Aprill” gone to the devil’s hound.
Snow melts—”shoures sote” and wildflowers sure to follow,
purple-robed, yellow-stamined pasque flowers first to rise.
Easter prayers, for weeks now, empowering spirit-sewn skies.
Winter’s heart beats slow yet will find it’s sorrow.
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Cerulean waters and rich earth of green
from the spheres beyond are all that’s seen—
a lonely planet without fiery flames, like the sun.
Rocky heights here and depths of marsh,
from there must seem absurdly harsh—
yet bounded our shores be, lusted over, perennially won.
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by S.A. Bort
photo by S.A. Bort / 1 May 2013
