spring rain

a crow knocks on the roof

to get my attention

paschal moon —

something stirring

within the tulip bulbs

paying

with a wave of my phone

first crocuses

March ends

with a buzz . . .

juncos at dusk

shreds of snow —

my poor imitation

of a creeper’s song

Look familiar? I accidentally posted two on the same day last week, so I’m moving this one up to today!