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71st Weekly Poetry Contest winner: April Morning

by frithar

Last autumn's fields bonfired: old feeds new. Sheave-people plow

stripes of dark chocolate. Each day an egg hunt in the nests--

baskets of freckled brown, pond green, cornflower blue, cream


whites like the cased worms that still blanket some branches.

Lolloping hares parade pussywillow-soft coats, fuzzed lamblings

sneeze at feathered breezes, bees fuss their skeps, mothers


argue their milking--Tulips still labor to birth centimeter at a time.

Boys roll stones to wall-building fathers sisters tie banners, ribbons

to trees. Wind moves, hushing all, speaks to every ear the word


Odin once whispered: "Rebirth."

(Poem originally appeared at Poppy Road Review.)

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