April 27,2022

Prompt: a duplex, per Jericho Brown

The air so still

it makes my heart thrum.

I can hear the strumming robins’ wings

as they dart and dip

beneath the dippling lilac bough

that came down in the storm,

fragile pale buds, downy

as a chick’s new feathers.

The feathered frill of the daffodils

offers sheltering cups

for the bees, sheltered there

against the spring’s cold

a cold that’s holding on this year

to the air so still

it makes my heart thrum.