Loretta Strharsky
I think this year I missed spring
There must have been tulips
And daffodils
And a plethora of lilacs
There must have been warm winds
And rain
And even a plethora of dandelions
There must have been little kids
Shedding their winter wear
And going barefoot in the grass
Shedding their mittens
And searching for banana slugs and caterpillars
All I’ve seen are dry cattails
Even red-winged blackbirds alight elsewhere
Late heavy snows crushed just-rising Columbine
And tulip tree branches lie broken nearby
I’ve waited and watched but
Underneath the overpass
No owls take up nesting as before
I’ve become unsure of resurrection