First Breath of Spring
The golden prairie
Grass glittered on
The shells of
Murmuring crickets.
Between some, brilliant
paintbrushes
Rose from thick muck,
anchored by
Shallow roots.
It takes years
Before one feels
The ground shifting
Under the soles of boots,
Taste the slight whispers
Of change in the air.
A breeze floats by, laden
With fresh youth.
I open my face,
Welcome it before
It dawdles away with
Its message.
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