Noted on the next-to-last day of January, early in the evening after dark: the first spring chorus of frogs, rising from the rain-replenished Claggett Creek wetland. The next morning, a very strong southerly flow, upon it riding the deeper-further-farther river smell — and the welling sense of something else: the awakening multitude.
Blooming by the wayside
near the graveyard
something someone softly said
January 31, 2020
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Claggett Creek, Diaries, Frogs, Graveyards, Haibun, Haiku, Journals, Poems, Poetry, Spring, Walking
William Michaelian 