3 portraits of Spring

breathe in

words flow like worlds tumbling
deep, down & everywhere:
me & the end of winter
moving ever so gentle
in my windowsky

white moss,
crisp & brittle
like unoceaned coral –
my body sinks
offered up to the trees.
flickers of playful light

buddings
small like teardrops,
strong like the slow circling of our big earth
around the sun

birds turn Spring into song

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