In the woods the dogwood snow
drifts in clouds of winter past.
Dogwood snow will not last
petals blown over bumbershoots open
to keep trillium dry, guard cream violets
from the wind threatening wreckage overhead
at least that's what the bluebird said
reporting weather for the spring
This time of year, bluebirds will say anything!
Copyright 1997 Jo Schaper
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