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Nancy Harris Mclelland

Poetry, Prose, Opinions about Aging from an Ex-cowgirl Octogenarian.

What Spring Looks Like from Space

Today I rearranged the fake flowers.


​I placed the fake grape hyacinths


on the fireplace mantel, put the fake spring bouquet


on a table by the couch, the fake succulents


on a shelf just above the kitchen sink.



The real daffodils in the front yard were bent low 


last evening by more than six inches of spring snow.


I doubt the tulips along the driveway


will survive the vagrant deer that come down


from the mountain this time of year.



Did you see that satellite photo


of the spring equinox?


Here in the western hemisphere


we’re tilted toward the sun,


not shaded by darkness, 


even though it feels like it.




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