Saturday, March 1, 2014
pulsed on an icy breeze,
and sprinkled churned butter
beside the split-railed fence.
Pulsed on an icy breeze,
frogs echoed on Hyatt Mill Creek.
Beside the split-railed fence,
calves frolicked in the pasture.
Frogs echoed on Hyatt Mill Creek,
robins spread a bronze blanket,
calves frolicked in the pasture;
pink skies kissed the mountains.
Light ricocheted across the country
and sprinkled churned butter.
My heart filled with joy--
the seasons' first jonquils!
--Brenda Kay Ledford
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