The First Day Of Spring Is A Ragged Thing:

Through morning's burning honey-lemon light life whispers

to spring

to rise

to erase

winter's bloody raw killing frost

sun, wrap around me

slide through me

kiss me

spring

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She drank down a deep, silky red

her stunning regrets all stones in the well

an empty glass

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Outside today I sucked in my first breath of spring. Later, with the top off the Bronco I watched Orion drag his carcass through dusk's stark treetops, chasing a falling winter sky. An owl sings at the starlight.

Lily is asleep at my feet, muddy and breathless on the first day of spring. Good girl Lily.