Inches and sheets of winter
Retreat into soggy lawns, spongy beneath my feet.
Saturated, trickle down the street.
I thought I would forever cringe and
Mutter profanities at
The wind. No. Honestly.
The concept of Spring completely,
Left. My. Consciousness.
Learned helplessness.
If not for the Bose sounds of crackling ice
Vert, sandals, and warmth on skin
Would have ceased to exist in my reality.
Imagine, then, the surprise of
Driving with my windows... down and
Gloves off,
Four letter words strangely missed.
Wind sweeping across a lake…
RIPPLES!! (AND NO TEARS!)
Who woulda thunk?
The clouds are definitely orderly.
Maybe rosey.
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