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And I Smile ( Little Little Bird)


little little bird

are you confused
it is not Spring

the tree limbs are now barren
breezes blow brisk and cold
yet you've risen untimely
from the earth
all alone

bright speck of yellow
amid the growing grey
yesterday's sun warmed the air
zephyrs teased the ground warming it

yet today the last leaves flutter
brown flurries falling to the ground
clouds fill with traveling geese
and speak of pending rain

little little bird
I've noticed you
you are foolish
to hope for the implausible
but when fools dare to believe in the possible
a growing tickle touches
the corners of my mouth
and I smile


written in Spring of 2018, I know not when specifically
and chance directed me to it in one of my notebooks

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM  8.25.19 1:56 PM PST
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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