February 2022
Barbara Crooker
bcrooker@ptd.net
Bio Note: In February, I raise my cup of light to the V-V community:

Late February,

and light begins to soften
around the edges.  Snow’s flannel
sheets recede, fold back, and look,
the grass is still there,
a fresh green quilt waiting 
to be hung on the line.
Crocus cut their teeth
in perennial beds.
Spring holds her breath.
White-throated sparrows
whistle up the sun.
Every day, another cup of light.
Originally published in Small Rain (Purple Flag Press, 2014)
©2022 Barbara Crooker
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