Finer Things of Spring

Clear to the bottom, life emerges and rushes around.

Icicles break and float like driftwood into slim streams bursting with reflected sunlight.

The air has a slight chill but I’m not resistant nor hesitant.

I’ll keep following the river way, following it with ease, until the finer things of spring come to meet me.

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