MIDDLE MARCH
In the park
slender young oaks
leaf out first
in tender green.
In the orchard
early morning birds
balance
on twigs
as thin as wire.
At night
opposite horizons
anchored
by a moon in gold,
a planet in diamond.
These thespians
play their part
in nature’s pageantry
unaware
of the woes
that man
has made
for himself.
3/11/09
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