Spring

Growth, reveals, regeneration
It starts and stalls and restarts
There is a circular effect
A desire, yearning to start more
Perhaps before ready.
The muddy ground still frozen
Comes away in clumps,
Patience is required
To tidy up the edges only
When we really want
To sink our shovels into
Mud.....
Patience works area
We are still waking
Watch for the signs
Brown, brown, brown, grit
And dust
To green and black
Ready for the turning
To reveal the sprouting 
Seeds of summer.

--Ruth Sorochan


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