Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Heralds of Spring by Patricia Crandall (poem)

             HERALDS OF SPRING

 
                   A fuzzy black caterpillar
                   waddles across
                   last evening's snowfall.
                   A twelve inch measure
                   from his tiny tracks
                   are sodden remnants
                   of autumn leaves
                   and brave little tufts
                   of spring green grass.
 

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