Fertile Things

The crocuses are growing!
In two hours;
A cup of coffee and buying bread;
The shoots are two inches taller.
Don tells me the foal is due
But horses gestate longer
It’ll just be a difficult birth
But a bigger foal.
Outside my window the maple
Is grudgingly showing signs
While the oak is budding.
Maples are stubborn.
First Communion
And wedding invitations come daily.
Squirrels are daring cars
As they chase each other.
Sparrows are ruining my early rest
As they build nests of hope.
It must be Spring.