The meadowlark gathers warmth
beat by beat, in its flight from Mexico.
And when the lark arrives,
swells its sun-bright breast
flings its golden voice, winter has
to listen. For when those fluted notes
echo: ice shatters, snow melts,
and daffodils upspring. For winter
has been served moving papers.
Mark Weinrich is a cancer survivor, a retired pastor, gardener, hiker, artist, and musician. He has had over 435 poems, articles, and short stories published in numerous publications. He has sold eight children’s books and currently has two fantasy novels on Kindle.
Selected by the editor as a featured submission, September 2021