Looking for Spring

Pink horizon of morning,
We call it hope in the wakening sky.
The distance in possession of touchable memories,
Far away but tangible to the awakened eye.
Images roll past, the grasp of the ever-clouded mind.

I must remember more at these junctures.
The coming of Spring is not far behind.
Embrace abandon with these young apparitions.
We are teachers and students discovering life.
Living through the ground as hesitant ghosts,
Revisiting the woods and the sky.
Let us uncover slowly the secrets of Spring,
Enchanted, the days pass us by.

Aroma of life has now stricken us numb,
The cabbage of the season has partnered with the skunk.
What irony the marriage of these two of a kind,
the most pungent babies of Spring.
Curious creations, after the heaviest of snow,
I accept the curiosity of life and envelope the unknown.

I must remember more at these junctures.
Remind me again, sweet aroma of Spring.
Pink horizon of morning, you are ahead of me now.
Walk onward. We will find it. The coming of Spring.


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