Surge Of Green

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.