Can't you see, can't you feel Spring's turbulent growing? Each compression of each spiral, you sense soon it will reverse and everything which is budding will burst into bloom. Similar to plating fresh tomatoes (soon) with fresh basil & mozzarella, a drizzle of olive oil, a twist & turn of pepper. Stand back for the poem to spiral onto the page.
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ReplyDeletethinking of spring makes me wonder where it is winter
and where it has been melting and freezing and melting and
freezing over and over again--
the small brook ripples under the ice as much as it wants to escape what it has just been, in a frozen mood
and in a hurry to run
Running again is the way of the wind and the rain--
a force beyond our reach, and yet?
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