The three winners for the Nature in New England Spring Poetry Contest have been selected.
Thank you to everyone who sent in a submission.
Thank you to Meg Kearney for judging for us!
Long hemlock fingers
Wave to nearby cardinals
—Come in from the snow!
Barely a ripple
Full moon waits between the pines
Now—the frog chorus
Early spring buds and green so luminescent
it glows from within draws me out
of the cave of my winter. I wake
to unyielding possibility, a child again,
where a dot becomes myriads of stories,
where a small puddle mirrors heaven,
where a cardinal’s call trumpets scarlet.
Like pale ghosts in the predawn
clusters of white hobblebush
the path leading to the place
where wild turkeys roost
and gobble up the sun.