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Beginnings

picture by Marty
Spring has announced its presence,
birds are pecking pungent soil,
sniffing air – content the remain
until the changing tides of autumn’s
gusty, chill bidden breezes.
Flowers are poking their heads
through moist, fragrant earth,
beginning to make their presence known,
butterflies begin unravelling cocoons.

All this is to let you know
the time has come
to vacate those dark corners
and seek light breezes
and cozy, sunny places
in the glistening morn.

For gloomy thoughts
and reluctant bodies have no place
in the glorious melodies of Spring.
So cast off those Winter chains
and break those bonds . . .
become as free as the winds.

A happy mind makes a happy worker
be she drone or queen.
And content people are more apt
to be productive, accepting of their lot
and enthusiastic regarding
their performance.

This is a general service announcement
for the disheartened, disgruntled,
disillusioned, discombobulated,
and thoroughly disheveled
Winter rung philistines.

Emergence

The plants knew it first                                            
suddenly wanting more water
shoots thrusting out
fast and faster
some an inch or two a day
all stretching toward
the single set of windows
in my apartment called home.

The weather thought about it
a little more . . .
just a few days
mulling it over
asking itself if it really
wanted to exert the energy
to make plants grow
and goats give birth
and people to stop for no reason at all
turning their faces to the sky,
bemused expressions on their faces.

The wild geese had been returning
for the past few weeks
carrying hope
on their wingtips,
but few had time to believe their cries.

Its the day when people
bring out the outdoor cushions
maybe a bit premature
but wishful nonetheless

Soon the sand scrapers will be
brushing the roadways
screeching and thudding their way
down pothole pavement
as trucks come out with steaming vats
full of tar to fill the worst
of the worst.

My restless legs must take a walk
looking sharply for the crocus’
first peek through the ground,
two birds hastening o build their nest,
ferns unfurling
and wait for the wild leeks
to show their two bunny ear leaves.

Its time to re-establish
life is worth living
and I was meant
to be a part of it.

Picture by Marty Dugan