SPRING ZING

 

The wood is white

To spring a sight

Comfort day wish

Artists go fish

 

Heavy and wet

Mid March bet

Forecasters drone

Safe home alone

 

Bird on a branch

Unfrozen in stance

Surrounded by icing

Temperature dicing

 

The wood now is flocked

The bird’s head is cocked

Winged, swooped away

For some eave to stay

 

Floating wafting

Softly ofting

Take what’s in store 

The map says there’s more.

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