The fresh green bubbles up like
a spring
and leaves lap at the
mist
quivering with unrestrained
joy
and the sun breaks through,
blades of grass arch
their backs
rock sponges up the warmth
shadows offer themselves,
sweet shade
May is spring here,
a bubbling of life, and green,
and heat.
I stretch,
my frozen bones creak
and groan,
soon I will be
young and agile once more,
as the land
breathes in the first
days of summer.
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