Mouth of blue-jay agape at the feeder,
black-breasted bird perches thickly
in spidering branches.
March mounds its life
from receding snow.
A pair of binoculars
burrow in the cabinet
and a camera grows fungus
above the stove.

Oodala day, oodala dee,
this is no havocing
of the fortress of winter-

Winter grows old
and wears a senile smile,

allowing spring to take
its hand to caress
and kiss.