Winter dusting in all clear white.

Spring in buds among the trees.

Is it near the beginning again?

Maybe not with icicles afar.

Breath is seen but birds are too.


Today is the day it all began.

Staring before the rising sun.

Rolling down as the boat drops along.

Shoreline is rugged.

Wind whipped sky.

The journey away as the captain waves goodbye.


Sparkled from the side

Turn to dark in daylight

In the corner is a flash

What is real?

What can be?


Days of May

Flower chains of daisy fair

Rain sweeps grassy hills flat

Wind carries all to the side

Birds sing out the rays of morn

Spring holds tight to adore

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