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This week’s Poetry Friday is hosted by Rebecca Herzog at Sloth Reads
As this first week of March ends, most of our snow and ice have melted away. For the last two evenings, I’ve seen geese fly up our valley and continue on north. My garden beds have emerged, and I can see where I need to clear and weed when the days get just a bit warmer. We are entering that just-before-the greening time, when the landscape around seems to be breathing gently, getting ready to stretch and awake fully again. March seems to have come in like a lamb this year…but is welcome, never the less.
Cantata for Woodland and Orchestra by Ralph Murre
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There, just there — where the first cellos of March come in, before the oboes
or the ides — there, the brooding