lördag 4 maj 2019


Birds above the Village, 1913 
Franz Marc

Spring (Again)

The birds were louder this morning, 
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out. 
It scared me, until I remembered it's Spring. 
How do they know it? A stupid question. 
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels. 

                                                         Michael Ryan

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