hovers over harsh white
and makes earth hold her breath
waiting, waiting
to shudder out
the first warm drop of life
where buds and blooms
as red as a bitten lip
bleeding, bleeding
exhale the sweetness
of life's vibrations
the smell of honeysuckle
and new grass
pushing, pushing
up toward the warmth
of blue eyed skies
teasing out the birds and bugs
humming, humming
a breeze thick as honey
butters each leaf
with sticky love
the trees scream and blush before
dying, dying
winter comes again
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