when a bright yellow crocus
magics itself up through
the old winter crud
we crow with delight
for spring has come
old birds of fall that
used to call black night
down tight on summer
now sing to light
that’s joy to night
day to flight
a guy with a
great new job
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
