Sky, not wanting to

be outdone by Earth’s spring blooms,

accessorized with pink.

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Even in the midst

of plenty, those birds find things

to squabble about.

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How pitiful can

a poor dog look when he’s told

his sticks stay outside?

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the mood of the rain,

softened by Spring’s vibrancy –

spirit’s undampened

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The pond is caressed

by wind and light as birds sing

mid-day lullabies.

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Full moon. Hovering

mist lends a strange haunting air.

Ghosts must linger there.

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A surge of warmth brings

forth a colorful response.

March begins to dance.

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Bent and broken branch

holds fast to home, delaying

a final parting.

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It’s not just young trees

that bud anew. Old trees like

me can do so too.

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As the sun greets those

snow dimpled fields, the dimples 

dissolve into tears.

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