Spring — a poem

At last —

dormant, minimalist Winter

releases His grip on the Earth,

and Spring slowly awakens,

tests the air,


She stretches twiggy,

bud-tipped fingers.

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She tosses Her leafy head,

shakes out Her skirts

of grass and wildflowers

and smiles in birds’ wings.

But mostly, She laughs —

a laughter that perfumes the air

and saturates ear and eye.

And I —

giddy, delighted, drowning,

laugh with Her.

–Carrie Birde

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