Bright flecks of sunshine
Expand into swirls of light,
Then hide behind clouds.
Gray clouds take over;
Mabel barks from her dog house;
On road, wind blows cold.
New flowers waving--
Tiny, yellow, full of life.
They have just sprung up.
I put on my gloves;
It's only three days to May.
What's for tomorrow?
Green leaves still growing
In the forsythia bush.
White buds spring open.
Loud chorus of crows
Swirls unseen above the clouds
With birdly passion.
Something white drops near.
Was it a lost flake of snow
Or random bird shit?
My thoughts propel me
Past white blooms and rich earth smell
Into a blank void.
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