on the last day of february
I saw daffodils abloom
in the woods
wanting nothing in return
they were there for the taking
I paused & for a moment
studied them in earnest
at their delicacy
& their modesty
proceeding to carry them with me
in mind only
throughout the remainder of the day
february two thousand twenty-five
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time zones and seasonal patterns
have forced my hand to reassess my
opinion of life as we know it
images in my mind continually evolve
from tulip to azalea to lemon tree
those hummingbirds feasting on
oswego tea blossoms were once
damselflies during the dinosaur days
moon chases sun like dog after tail
eventually tiring into submission
clashes in the past reconstruct the future
stirring and remixing and reimagining
painting skies like never before seen
april two thousand eighteen
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