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Half-dressed trees
dance in an April wind-shuffle.
New buds learn how to shake
raindrops off.

Winter’s skeletal joints
are a lightly applied moss green,
a mild mannered climate
now simmering bark and branch.

To jump right into the heat of summer
would be a greenhorn maneuver,
March’s wayward proclivities
may have yet more to say.

Spring steps slowly into a newly-lit ring
testing for sink-holes in a blue tinted sky.

Many are recovering, convalescing,
mending the torn tissue,
patching up ice-bitten dreams.

Today a nursing breeze foretells of fat fields,
of less demanding times,
of harvests and an fruiting glut.

Time to break the frosted walking stick,
to rise up in the rosy cheek and sinew -

tell the lazy cat on the warming step
to go catch the coming sun
and bring it home.

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