The thrill of early spring grows green and lush
Birds sing their songs,
New growth bursts forth in its full glory,
Signs of life are everywhere.
Robin’s voices trill through the air
Filling the silence with song
Sweet choirs take wing.
Birds sing their songs.
My heart has been tilled
Old, dead ideas plowed under.
New, fresh ideas are planted and nurtured.
Soon pushing new stems
Through the fresh soil.
New growth bursts forth in its full glory.
I dread the thought of mowing
That lush green grass,
Holding hideouts for rabbits, mice and more.
Signs of life are everywhere.
-Carrie Horn
4-15-26
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