Yesterday, at last, winter loosed its grip.
The river sparkled, flowing free.
Water everywhere — underfoot, along the road.
The dogs embrace the dampness
With noses, paws, and rolling bodies.
A muddy, wonderful mess.
Fishermen appear along the banks
I work to get ready.
Knots, loops, lines and rings.
A year older, fingers fat and clumsy.
New York City —
Responsibility to clients, colleagues,
Co-creators of a Community.
Battenkill is here with me.
April 3, 2017
2 thoughts on “Battenkill Spring”
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