Murmurings

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Gazing at that thick blanket of Snow

and feeling the Early Morning Cold,

one might conclude we are in Winter's Grip.

Listening deeper,

we hear murmurings

of the next act of the Grand Play:

Water is draining down spouts.

Great Horned Owls are on territory.

They are either on nest or will be soon.

Cardinals, Chickadees, Titmice are courting.

Rusty, the Red-headed Woodpecker

who frequents our backyard feeder,

shows signs of changing

from a juvenile Brown Head to Red.

Goldfinches and Purple Finches are coloring up.

Spring wardrobes are being donned.

A small Kettle of Red tailed Hawks

were seen grouping

to begin their northward flight.

The Sun marches north in the Sky.

The full Moon moves southward.

Taurus is overhead at Human Bedtime

here on the Farm.
The Sun came up

at 6:54 a.m. yesterday
and 6:53 today.

The Sun fills the House with warmth.

We need less Wood in the Wood Stove.

Kansas fields of Winter Wheat

showed Travelers a haze of expectant Green.

Melanie used the rest of the Fall Apples.

Empty Jars are piling up.

Seedlings sprout in South Windows

with more to come.

I am getting up earlier

and I have more energy.

Melanie and I want

less "meat" and more "veggies".

Murmurings are more persistent now.

Soon they will rise to crescendo.

I wonder

if Sleeping Frogs

are beginning to stir.

Perhaps they are practicing a call

we will soon hear and cheer.

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Glinda Crawford, 2010

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