Compass

Blackthorn

Blackthorn delicately calls
petite, white rarefactions of
pervading bleakness
which is mid-March.

So dulled we are,
we hardly understand
first Fyrd* of spring has been 
marched in loose formation
with all its miraculous jocularity
across our ears and eyes,
                                      barely registering
beyond familial conversation.
               
I stop.
           I say: "Taking a pic."
I stand a long time.

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*Fyrd: "The fyrd, in early Anglo Saxon times, was an army that was mobilized from freemen to defend their shire." Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fyrd