Spring

March

Cotton-ball clouds

Suspended in brilliant blue

Hover over wheat yellow meadows.

Gnarly black branches

Like fingers on worn hands

Reach up and beg silently to burst into golden-green.

But they must wait.

One more winter blast is Marching around the corner.

My wish: may you be safe, may you be well, may we all work together though apart.

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