Each day
We circle out to check
A crop of heavy cows and
Diligently now...
We search with eager eyes
Knowing soon that we will spy
Her first tender tips
Of green
Early Spring
Still can't see it, but
Just taste that touch of warmth upon the air
We don't miss that bitter edge to easy winds
As we suck our fill of fresh and heady scents...
Thawing frost, melting snow, and muddy ground
The intoxicating fling of
Winter's end
Ah...the Earth
She is a-loosening
Awakening
Soon she'll sluff
This sadly greying golden robe
For a gown of gorgeous green...
And she'll go steppin' out
Again
Good ol' Spring.
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