I opened the door
and a day poem greeted me
Singing a familiar song
and lifting my spirit
in a swirl of anticipation
Easy, easy - it is all too much!
Pockets of lazy grass tease me
tempted to wake up
but I know it's still early
There's a certain spring smell:
Wetness. Life. Promise.
May my soul remember its own
transformative power
amidst this mad awakening
May it grow like grass
and give soft landing for
what is to come
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