Today inspires spring poetry. I am not even embarrassed.
Today in Buffalo presages Spring.
Sun is bright birds it's harbingers twittering and hopping on the mud puddles where snow melt left slow grubs and worms for the sparrow's early March feast. Tiny shoots of yellow-green were not apparent yesterday. Today they grow so fast
I could sit and see their progress,
push the black soil aside.
Here comes Spring.