POEM: Spring Vignette

Published 22 April 2026 by Fievel

Spring Vignette

Rain has been threatening all day.
The breeze moves leaves but not trunks.
A series of small birds flits
from power line to porch wall to grass.
There is no music in my headphones.
There is a lull in the dog parade.
I’m falling asleep, even as I write this line.