Spring knocks early on my door
Her cheeks glow like melting butter
A fresh bloom of daffodils lined up upon the window sills
And sturdy, concrete wall
It is nice to wake to light – to have more hours in the day to read and write
Even the birds chirrup with a spring in their song
Not that winter has properly passed
There are still cold mornings and crisp, fresh frosts
The need to wear thick and toasty socks
To wrap up in bed in the afternoons
Perhaps I am more aware of seasons but I can feel the world turning now
Paddle a toe in its’ waters
The world continues a-pace and I am part of it.
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