New England Spring by Sarah Russell

It has rained for days—sometimes early fog
and a gentle mist that reminds me of the moors;
sometimes the wind and drench of squalls
from the Atlantic. Flowers love this spring,
but worms sprawl helpless on sidewalks
and die in the first patch of sun. The dog
comes home bedraggled from his walks,
happy and shaking on the stoop. I drape
my slicker over a chair with a towel beneath
to catch the drops, brew some tea, open
my journal. A perfect morning.



Sarah Russell’s poetry and fiction have been published in Rattle, Misfit Magazine, Third Wednesday, Red Eft Review, and many other journals and anthologies. She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. She has 3 poetry collections published by Kelsay Books, I lost summer somewhere (2019), Today and Other Seasons (2020), and Emergence (2025). Her novella The Ballerina Swan Lake Mobile Homes Country Club Motel was published by Running Wild Press. She blogs at https://SarahRussellPoetry.net