spring

At first
Spring is sticks
And revealed rot, winter’s memoir,
Listless and beaten earth
Soggy with process of melting.
Flower bulbs send scouts skyward And
Birds argue over longer worms
As mornings stalks the horizon.
The landscape, colorless,
Hovers just above the ground
Like a net waiting
To be yanked back
Exposing wonder
Lush in vibrant color
Texture
Life

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