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Light as I Get up on the First Day of Spring

The light is bright as I slip from under the covers yet the house groans and creaks and the ghost of winter lurks within the walls. When I was a child a teacher said first there was light but I remember the night I danced under the cover of darkness. When I go downstairs the sun shining through the window shows clutter, life’s imperfection as I slip from the embrace of last night’s dreams of someone I loved but that was long ago. I must walk through the clutter to step outside and feel a warm breeze and let the day begin for me. Branches of bare limbs dance in a warm breeze as they wait to bloom. New life, a soothsayer says. A poetic leap, I say, as I grasp the wheel and drive toward the sun.

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Date: 3/11/2025 7:31:00 PM
Sounds like winter is over. Yout perfect description has enlivened my spirit, too.
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Date: 3/9/2025 6:22:00 PM
A poetic leap. I love that. Nice one :)
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Date: 3/9/2025 2:59:00 PM
Another down to earth and cool cool poem!
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