Treescape
A peephole to the world outside
reveals shades of green,
brilliant budding leaves.
The collage of trees shines
on a pink Japanese maple
as big crows probe a patch of dirt.
Mockingbirds aren’t chirping;
they’re belting out arias—so much to say
after their winter isolation.
I invited the morning shower
to wash away the cold,
help a heartier spring take root.
Rain made it easier to stay inside
and while away another Sunday.
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Amy Barone’s latest poetry collection, We Became Summer, from New York Quarterly Books, was released in 2018. She wrote chapbooks Kamikaze Dance (Finishing Line Press) and Views from the Driveway (Foothills Publishing.) Barone belongs to the Poetry Society of America and the brevitas online poetry community. She lives in NYC.
