The Return of the Purple Martins
My neighbor has three houses, and
Martins arrive well before spring arrives
To give me hope that surely spring will come,
and
That this winter’s damp cold will give way,
Yield to the warming and florid embrace of
spring.
I am lifted up by
The martins’ flying,
Curving in space leaving their house,
Slanting on the warming air coming home.
They have no song, but two cries--
One raucous martin cry
Quarreling over nesting
rooms, and another--
A garbling gravelly chattering bird harangue
Saying that they are happy to be alive.
--February 13, 2013
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