Surge Of Green

by Ed Higgins

Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus 

pushing aside frost-clinging earth.


Afternoon sunlight, shafts of rising fog

pulled from the barn's shingled roof.


The smell of warming damp earth everywhere. 

Chorus frogs a cacophony at night.


The death weeds of all winter's dry twiggy

stuff giving way to green again.


Mallards drifting between upshooting cattail.