spring

when the wind swirls 

in paisley circles and 

swooshes of spring 

it brings in an air of birth 

young nuzzle their mothers 

to drink up life 

as do I 

sipping on the sweet nectar of 

crocuses and sweet peas 

feeding on the seeds 

left after the melting snow 

and Autumn’s reaping 

I close my eyes 

face into the headwind 

moving ever slowly 

steady in my effort 

as I steer towards 

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