this new season
takes slow breaths
deep, silent, fresh
shaking off,
at times impatiently
the frozen crust
that claimed us all
for far too long

there is only gentleness
in her morning sighs today,
soft rain drops light
on flowers, birds and grass
and in my thoughts

startled, I see lilac buds
and they are green,
surely not since yesterday?
but, yes they are,
a swift and stealthy
gift from spring
and I bloom too

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spring is mercurial as we all know. two steps forward… for Day 23 of NaPoWriMo.