Swarms of beetles emerge

from the receding snow banks

on the first truly warm day.

Sunbathing on the south wall,

a mass of black bugs lined with red,

their excrement stains the window trim.

Some find their way inside the house

where they crawl into my teacup

or walk across my face as I try to sleep.

But I don’t complain,

much.

More reliable than the robin.

they are the true harbingers

of Spring.

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