As Always, Spring

 

I love spring,

how she yawns and stretches,

quiet confidence;

instinct melded with a trust

that says it’s okay to go.

She was almost fooled

a couple of times this year,

but not enough to daunt

or throw off course.

And now look at those shoots;

delicate still, a little pale, but

granite firm and ready.

They have work to do,

an audience to captivate,

starring roles to support.

And as always, will succeed;

why would this year be any different?

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