SPRING IN THIS AREA OF THE WORLD

SPRING IN THIS AREA OF THE WORLD

Leftovers from winter’s mulching appetite,
powerfully trampled-over crumble of
dead-looking brown

Spring in
this area of the world
whimsy and enough
spare time
to sometimes
be bored and then
have to make
discoveries

Looking at my hands at seeming random–
what kind of personality evident
in the splay of my fingers

The almost eternal wheel
of the sun, the lengthening
of the days forces sprouts up
through the interlace: strong
daffodils, new leaf

Gestalt of the seasons’ wheel like
putting my palms to it, wondering
at the various looks of my hands,
feminine veins and
ring what got them
from there to here

Easing in the seasons:
an easy wheel, sometimes something
eases loose and quick, yet still gentle
like peddles on my child’s bike

That’s what I’d like, warm wet breaths

Easy

That’s what I’d like,
warm wet breaths
easy

Ribbons flapping on the handlebars
of my bike backsplashing Spring
puddles muddy on my legs

Easy

~ Lady

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