Spring will soon show its bright new coat.
Just one more whiff
of cold, perhaps to say
“This is what you
are leaving behind, now
get ready for the
colors and scents ahead.”
And the woods are
littered with past years’ adventures.
A space for poetry and other short literature, as well as the occasional opinion on the state of affairs today.
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