Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
Welcoming Spring
Grosbeaks flicker
from branch to branch
imposing on the sere monochrome
of white and grey
fruit-ripe golden bellies
brightening the day.
They hail the wind
the cloud-cast sky
with sweet tumult
presaging change
chorusing from spire to spire
echoing melding softening
the harsh cold's bite
sounding like
a medieval choir
hoisting archaic
instruments of pleasure
rising ecstatic in
seasonal leisure.
c. 1980 Rita Rosenfeld
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