the gentle brush of spring
splaying the latest light iteration
as the world turns and glides
blooms boom in the view,
the last shiver and hush of darker times.
as it arrives now forthly here
too short for how much beauty born
too little time as the wind blows,
as creatures emerge that slumbered,
as food and feast, tree
green translucent clover
soil tilled and life buds out
and learning to walk.
your dress a flower blossom,
smiling in the sun and us,
grass cut, trees make marvelous
shadows at the picnic.
a break for all the lingering
to dissipate and bounce.
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