Memories of my youth
in early morning thaw
springs are overflowing
hear the old crow caw
It’s magical in silence
life now slowly returns
as winter now lets go
to the sun that strongly burns
Wonders cross my mind
contemplating new beginning
the sprouting of new life
has got my head spinning
There is a frame of mind
that is of win and lose
as nature forages it’s way
my mind of pick and choose
Author notes
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