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May 2016
With bountiful botanical seedlings
surrounded by vital emeralds of evergreen.

Hark! Twas the season's change!

In the midst of the morning might
I notice the humble sage.

Within the rains.

Daybreak seemed
more dreamy
than the last.

A soft coo
in the crisp
pooling illusion.

How I reveled in the brisk elation.
How I longed to be in the mist.

Hands were tingling from the heat of a cup.

The door was ajar.
The plans were on the table.

Dreary, the months past December... so easily forgotten.
Keith Labonte
Written by
Keith Labonte  Muskoka, Canada
(Muskoka, Canada)   
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