Poem: Threading Spring

Can you feel it coming, spring? threading
life into soft winds, swirling seeds you
cannot see. Do you hear the buds
pop, or imagine that it’s true? Where
do you meet the season, fresh scents
inhaled to levitate into calm green days?

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