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Canopy glowing like gemstones.
Leaf-mulch ferments in the shade.
A branch-sitting songbird is tweeting
a short lonely tune that it’s made.

Fallen trees with moss as their blankets
sleep as the critters awake
to fresh shoots exploring the frigid spring air
on the bank of a green woodland lake.

a poem about spring | 2019-03-27

tags: poetry spring

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