just spring
green peeking budding
from the tips of treefingers left brown
by December’s frost
just spring
morning’s days
rising earlier, daylight’s early beams
sneaking bright at 5:30
just spring
driving birds flowers me
crazy
just spring
robins in nesting-ground battles
driving out doves and
cowing to mockingbirds
just spring
gerberas in blooming-ground battles
peeking through last year’s mulch and
choking in dandelions
just spring
and me too much inside
sitting back to open window
muddy smell of rain or crisp clean smell of sun
just spring
hitting me in the back
tapping me on the shoulders
luring me from this desk
just spring
calling me
from these
words.
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