First Breath.

 


A breath of spring yet early lies

upon a songbird’s call

to fall so sweet through lighter

skies bestirring sap’s new rise.

A smile is strung on greening buds

as winter’s race so long begun

has now to slow her pace.

© sweetwater 2022
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Lovely. I saw catkins out the other day. It won’t be long now.

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