yesterday a run
in a cami under sun
today’s dawn… sun gone?
crazy cat attack
wishing winter would come back
two feet deep… too steep?
cookies baked, cake made
springtime sun pushes through shade
drive scraped clean… spring mean?
shifting weather here
spring teases, but winter’s near
snow spring… children sing.
a bright weekday start
erases urban setting
with bike paths and barns
snow carries in spring
between white petals and flakes
baby blue returns
they’re slightly off tune
surrounded by perfection
like flowers blooming
not quite ready yet
for the season to push through
bursting in the sun
but they’re mine, all mine
smiles and chases and love
bursting through the blue
sometimes pre-spring snow
quiets the city morning
better than flowers
strangely beautiful
test schedule, extra plan time
caught up just this once
late winter snow falls
reminding us spring still waits
to come into bloom
small Thursday presents
give presence to renewed need
to win tomorrow
morning chore cheer-up:
all summer clothes on clearance,
kids ride penny horse
turtle view walk
(kids swim free in Denver’s dream)
then neighborhood grill
tinker toy swing joy
with a dose of dream house night:
Saturday served up
ride along canal
to find new favorite playground
the March to summer
more than thirty-three miles
too long for these sedentary legs
trying to race the sun
trying to find my way home
with little headwind and my blue-sky view
Pandora playlist popping me along
everything should be perfect
everything should be all right
but rejection trails behind tire spins
blocking my perfect peak view
making me regret it again, again
making me wish i never left
what is it about me that they hate?
that is the constant question i ask
trying to find February sun
trying to be the me they want
though the leaves are dark and gray
spring warmth has peeked into February
bringing bright buds of hope
out from under winter’s dust
i spend the afternoon on my knees
pulling back remnants of last year
tossing battered bits into the compost
readying my earth for its awakening
red and green and even aspen
tease me from their burrowed roots
promising with winter’s end
that color can come back home
relaxing hot springs
matched with fifty laps and joy
in mountain escape
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