The Real Thing
But dreams feed fantasies:
that I'm happy to say,
can't beat the real thing.
I see a leaf unfurl
upon a barren limb;
and it summons a smile.
Inhaling a breath of
fresh air, I feel so good,
that I could run a mile.
Where sullied snows melted
green grass re-emerges,
and wildflowers follow.
I see a robin in
the corner of my eye;
hunting worms: to swallow.
And I can feel life's zest
reawaken; as Spring's
warmth helps crocuses bloom.
And as grey clouds depart,
a bright burst of sunshine
disperses Winter's gloom.
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