It's early February, yet here is spring,
yes - in the air! the chorus of birds,
and also, the maple, whose home
is outside my dining room window.
No one is more adorned than this tree,
jeweled with tiny, compactly layered buds,
berry red, edged with yellow-gold,
and clustered like currants about the branches.
Here is a science lesson in motion,
for this maple, moving by wind and growth,
is about to explode into unfurling gorgeous green.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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