Spring Sprung
I am up
before the sun
and I move
with anticipation
to the shade.
To peek out.
What awaits?
What has occurred
while I slumbered?
A new blanket
of snow and ice
would be nice
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.
Had sheets of rain
fallen around
leaving branches
on the ground
and puddles
everywhere.
Would there be
a kiss
of fog and mist
hanging there
laying imagination
and mystery
upon the new day.
Alas none of this.
And then
the melodious sounds
of long ago
flood my ears
and fill my soul
returning as suddenly
as they left...
The birds are back.
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