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a little sickness that comes with the more light, a little sleepy at five o'clock, a little worry that a crash might be coming upon the blessed release, but the blessed release nonetheless
a few daffodils sulphuring up the ground, a cutting back and a coming forth
bare legs and a little more snow
waking at six fifty, just before the seven o'clock alarm
a week and a week and
May
around
the corner
spring fever here too. I always love the outfits my girls put together to appreciate the weather!
ReplyDeleteThis poem is my day. Literally. I woke up at 6:50 (well Max did.) The sicknesses around the house are making the tulips and spring-green birch leaves make me feel a little melancholy.
ReplyDelete"Sulphuring up the ground" is my favorite phrase of teh day. Week. Season. Perhaps of my life. And lookee here--the word verification is "spore" which suggests growing things which suggests spring fever.
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