Spring

Jennifer Paige©1997

A lazy breeze cradles the scent of richness

Moisture sends the parched ground scurrying into the open

As it longs to feel each sprinkle of rain with eager tongue

This is early April

Day chases day, in and out of darkness

In the sweet slow honey of time

And this storm lasts but a wish

After the heavy laudanum blanket of winter

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