In reverence of spring.
Im in New England its early May
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Spring coolness, brown fuzz-dust
Fairy dust garden workings
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All the hedges, trees, gardens, are nourished once again with protective coverings of mulch.
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A blower sounds; the landscapers are head down, working hard.
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Everything looks cleaned up.
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Green flowers blowing through the air and falling from the trees
Catching in the windshield wipers of parked cars
Make a small sound like rain but theyre not
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Around another corner the street is quieter, birds sing, chimes blow lightly in the wind on someones porch
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Tree branches thick, full of pink flowers, bunched fertile abundant clustered.
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Pink petals sail satinly
Press into the wet pavement, float dryly on the puddles
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A little one wearing yellow boots holds onto his mothers hand and stomps both feet happily, simultaneously, into the water
Which reflects blue sky
Clouds move briskly across it
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Sunshine ebbs and flows
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The smell of mulch is thick in the air; woody, perfumed
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I want to dig in the soil and plant small purple and yellow flowers
On my knees.
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One last thing
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