Waiting for Spring


Crows and snow
a tethered world
static, white noise
of sight like floaters,
skittery images through
flakes the size of quarters,
and feathered balls of birds
sitting it out on sugared pines.

The lines of the telephone
poles, disappearing,
six crows walking
in the parking lot, like
notes on a staff making
song, and then flight
to alight on a naked
aspen, awaiting spring,
to scare as one
and take off into a
distance that erases
itself with the brush
of falling snow.

Burt Rashbaum can often be seen along the Front Range singing with his band The CBDs.


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