March Poem 2019

Tilt Toward Spring

Night’s frozen mantle sparks

in early morning rays, luminous

as a bride’s new diamonds.

Tree’s crystalline coatings

slip soundlessly from drooping

branches, twinkling fairy lights

pirouetting to the ground.

Ice sheets slide from the eaves

dropping iridescence on unsuspecting

tender daffodils waking from winter


Air comes alive with birdsong

and fluttering wings.

Lawn strewn with early robins,

pecking for sustenance, puffing

their breasts for warmth.

Signaling Earth’s inevitable tilt

toward spring.

— Patricia Bergan Coe

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