Spring spread a table of delights
at my feet on Easter morn.
The flittings of amorous song birds,
downy catkins seasoning the dark branches of pussywillows,
and the smart rappings of a downy woodpecker.
My ears filled with the soulful musings of mourning doves
and the tinny trickle of the melt fattened creek.
The sky was buttered white with only a few crannies of blue
spreading the small rain and lengthening light
to pulse the land back to life.
All this covered in a gravy of fresh wind
made this truly a day of renewal
of flowing sap
and seeds in the warming soil
cracking their winter shells
poised for unfolding their green
as I unfold my long legs beside the creek
and trotted off to Easter dinner.
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