Myself Included

The purple martins returned To their spot on the melted river. The phenology calendar We keep by the door said they would. The redwinged blackbirds, too, Were there, and a lone cormorant. I was also there for sun And for the hope wafting in the air. A stoic seagull sailed over And circled the scene on patrol Before veering away Upstream towards the marina. Everything leaned toward spring And its offer of new beginning. Every bird and beast in that scene, Myself included (with my cares), Seemed well aware of what Opportunity lay at hand And that the seasonal gift Must be seized like the reins of a horse To be ridden out of the dawn Or lost in the heat of the sun And the difficulty Of the long summer days to come. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe