~After Cat Clyde
Spring is shedded skin,
train window blur,
thick blanketed clouds which
white-out winter’s mistakes.
Past tracks forgiven.
Bulbs in warm beds
stir awake without alarm.
The patient propagation
of young seeds by farmers’ arms.
Infant dreams must be fed.
All must transition
from winter’s dead
to the sunny place
interbred between the seasons.
Fast forward towards fruition.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Lovely, wonderful. ❤️
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Thank you, John. I think I’m finally coming out of hibernation here. 💜
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Yay! 😊
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Really enjoyed the contrasting visuals you wove through each verse and the uplifting ending of spring’s arrival. A heartfelt poem with beautiful descriptions throughout 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. Yesterday felt like spring and it seems we won’t be looking back. 💜
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Definitely 🙂 Hope we’re in for a warmer week ahead! ❤
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“Bulbs in warm beds
stir awake without alarm.
The patient propagation
of young seeds by farmers’ arms.” I love that. 💜
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Thank you kindly, Jeff. Spring is about growth but I like this idea of supported growth.
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You’re most welcome, K. Ah, indeed.
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😊
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love the warm beds popping warmth so beautiful and I’m ready K.💞
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Me, too. A run with my daughter today reminded me of how things are cyclical but always rolling forwards. Now, she is old enough to keep up. Soon, she will lap me. 💜 And so it goes…
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There are so many wonderful lines here. I really love “Infant dreams must be fed” and “Fast forward towards fruition.” A perfect poem for this time of year.
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