PROMPT: message on a postcard
COUNTY ROAD 23, BRISTOL, IN
The last of the woodpile
simmers in the stove.
The snowdrops
droop in the flower bed
hiding their green hearts.
Daffodils’ tight buds
border the opening
between us
and the Nature Conservancy.
And the chorus frogs
downstream in the swamp
are still
too cold to sing.
When are you coming
home?
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