Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Spring in the air
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Mud has a smell that’s
like waking up to coffee.
You know you’re alive.
Category Archives: spring
Snowmelt
the constant dripping
nature’s tears of joy as she
sees her world reborn
Spring equinox
Days grow longer like
smiles that stretch wider as one
greets a long lost friend.
Ides of March
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
In like a lion, out like a lamb
What’s that mean? That spring’s
a dominatrix, whipping
March ’til it submits?
February thaw
Snow releases its
grip as small drops melt merge run
in noisy trickles.
a haiku a day 