Spring is ‘no dancer gowned in green’
Photo by Sue Shaw.
March 9, 2026
By Sue Shaw
She’s Rugged
The pussy willow catkins are now silky silver gray,
And I heard the wild geese chatting as they flew north yesterday.
There are buckets on the maple trees, and barrens drift with smoke,
But winter wind still laughs as though March springtime is a joke!
Because Maine's spring is a rugged lass...no dancer gowned in green...
She stomps in wearing Carhartt and boots from LL Bean!
—Shaw is a poet who lives in Penobscot.
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