March First

March First

I feed the sparrows of my heart

crumbs of early spring sunlight,

and seeds of fresh air

scattered by a southwest wind.

 

I peck at tiny star-flowers

struggling in the dry brown grass

to announce a change of season.

Winter passes…

 

The barrenness of life recedes,

a gathering of elements buds:

love, hope, warmth, rain—

the flowering of resurrection

 

c.Darlene Moore Berg

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2 responses to “March First

  1. “I feed the sparrows of my heart…” and then your poem, leading to the resurrection. So lovely, Darlene!

    Blessings, Ellen

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