March 20th

Today the earth thawed.

It is wet in wisdom

of the blooming bulbs to come.

The clouds are weary,

the moon is playing dumb,

no one dares to cross the sun.

A colony crawls

to your corner of crumbs.

This picnic has just begun.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you made the reader feel the change of the season.
"The clouds are weary,
the moon is playing dumb,
no one dares to cross the sun."
The above lines. Wonderful and perfect. Thank you Emmy for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Donna]

This is different! I really like it!