It opened wide and let loose all of the pent-up Winter weather...
But, now? Now we've gotten a sighting of Spring.. and there's no turning back..
ODE TO SPRING
I met a gardener clipping away
Upon my walk on this fine day
A lilac shirt was what he wore
Flower clippings about the floor
Splendid, indeed, the garden he tends
Hours & hours of time he spends
I hurried home to do the same
'cause Spring & garden called my name!
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