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Spring - Blog Posts
Fresh Laundry
Spring waits in my closet,
A cool-weather jacket at the ready
Washed fresh with the winter rains
Dried in the chilled breeze.
I slide off my woolen coat of winter and
Set it to the side for the summer's dreams.
My last chance for sweaters has passed,
And now is the time of the budding.
I take the hanger and slide the season
Off its mooring. The linen is delicate from
Years of washes, from changes in climate,
From the long wait and the ecstatic fever.
I sheath my arms in spring's sleeves
Its shivery fabric pricking my heat-adapted skin.
The delight of a comfortable afternoon and cool
Night will never get old.
February
First crickets of an Arizona
Spring breaks the hush of
A cold-snap winter.
Light rain makes for a soggy
Week, but is never enough for the
Reservoirs. The streets grow louder
As motorcyclists break out their
Bikes, emboldened by the rising
Warmth. Finally, the last citrus fruits
Gain their ripeness, falling lethargically
To stone gardens, preparing to
Adorn themselves with new blossoms.
