here i am awake, and wide
listening to dawn still freshen up
she primps and preens to glow and gleam
i can't help but smile
all that fuss, for me

i see springs influence on winter
proud peacocking sister
look at me, look at me
bright pops of red and yellow-green

winter's dark magenta hues
vie for attention just as fearless
or were her colors always there
quiet exhibitionist

unlike spring's loud hubris
winter's mysteries soft, alluring
frost kissed whispers beckoning
secrets in her stocking

spring's frisk ceding winter's tarry
birds dart thieving stick and twig
butterflies flit to blossomed wayposts
hummingbirds romp the dolphins way

the feeling of spring, like the feeling of dawn
profering abundance to those who pluck it
a time to be still, a time for happenings
here i am awake, and wide

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