it is spring now.
i don't really know which of the following prompted my acknowledgement of the fact.
it might have been the warmth of the ground beneath my feet,
when I walked on to the patio this morning,
and the change of the air from harsh slaps,
to gentle breeze.
or maybe the dandelions showing their happy yellow faces.
perhaps even the flip of the calendar,
to the month of may yesterday.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
it is spring now.
i don't really know which of the following prompted my acknowledgement of the fact.
it might have been the warmth of the ground beneath my feet,
when I walked on to the patio this morning,
and the change of the air from harsh slaps,
to gentle breeze.
or maybe the dandelions showing their happy yellow faces.
perhaps even the flip of the calendar,
to the month of may yesterday.
april distance brings may existence.
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