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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