A March Poem

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The sun is nervous
As a kite
That can’t quite keep
It’s own string tight.

Some days are fair,
And some are raw.
The timid earth
Decides to thaw.

Shy budlets pep
From twigs on trees,
And robins join
The chickadees.

Pale crocuses
Poke through the ground
Like noses come
To sniff around.

The mud smells happy
On our shoes.
We still wear mittens,
Which we lose.

From… A Child’s Calendar – Poems by John Updike

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