Hours into the first awakening
The freshly thawed swamp
Echoes with new spring life
50 Fahrenheit in the sun
My spirit renewed
Wayton to realign
Setting on a hillside
Feet propped on a tree
Mather earth is so Kind
And this body I’m blessed to be
.........................
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Hours into the first awakening
The freshly thawed swamp
Echoes with new spring life
50 Fahrenheit in the sun
My spirit renewed
Wayton to realign
Setting on a hillside
Feet propped on a tree
Mather earth is so Kind
And this body I’m blessed to be
.........................
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