Poetry

Spring

Celia Chen

Hmmm . . .Is it?Is the time ripe?Or is it not . . .Hmmm . . .Better go check in case it is,Better not delay the bliss,Maybe it is,There is a smell of grass,Maybe it is,The chickadees are exploring,Maybe it is coming . . .I better check . . .And there it is—Here at last!The harsh winter has now passed,The evidence is clear,The frost is melted to a smear,The soil is alive,Things are awakening,Stretching,Leaving only a slight tingling,Confirming this miraculous arrival.

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