the coming of spring by Linda Crate

800px-Sturnella_neglecta2 (western meadowlark singing, image by John and Karen Hollingsworth is in the U.S. public domain)

The larks trilled their cries that
Nested in my ears in birdsong.

I saw the thaw of winter had begun.

Soon spring would rush in on her
Pastel heels bringing forth blooms.


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Indolent Sun by Michael Lee Johnson

Indolent Sun

In early March
an indolent sun
persists in tossing
volunteer rays of
soft flickering sun silk
through dark desolate
willow tree branches-
melting remnants
of snow diamond crystals
from weathered wooden planks
on my balcony.
I’m starting to think life
is an adjective exaggerated
by the sway of seasons.
It’s normal feeding time.
Below two floors
wild Canadian geese
wait impatiently
for the tossing of morning feed;
the silent sound they hear–
no dropping of the seed.


Michael Lee Johnson is a poet and freelance writer from Itasca, Illinois.   He is heavy influenced by   Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Irving Layton, Leonard Cohen, and Allen Ginsberg.   His new poetry chapbook with pictures, titled From Which Place the Morning Rises, and his new photo version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom are available at: The original version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom, can be found at:     He also has two previous chapbooks available at: Michael has been published in over 23 countries. He is also editor/publisher of four poetry sites, all open for submission, which can be found at his Web site:   All of his books are now available on &field-keywords=michael+lee+johnson.   Borders: Now on You-Tube: E-mail: