Spring cleaning.
Clearing the weariness of winter
out of my hunkered down head,
I feel the green urgings of ideas
that had been buried in the snows of discord.
Rising to this inviting budding day
and slipping outside myself,
I view my world in all its hues of gray
and begin to plot the fertile ground;
looking for places to plant my seeds
looking forward to their germination
looking ahead to the blossoms that will come.
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