“Oh No, It’s Another Nature Poem.” by Danielle Nation Warm honey drips, chasing shadows away. Helios’ chariot, later each day. Humble tamarack, soft needles where, stark branches once, a hoarfrost erstwhile fared. Wisps of fiery feathers dance in the canopy, cheeping, chuting, a churring melody. Remnants of arctic headwinds, last farewell. Marsh violets breach soil, our Mother swells. Tempest, dark and basso he echoes through, “Arise!” He rumbles, “Alas, spring is due.” Page 72
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