new season

there it is now
the new season
where loves are lost and made
spring, yea, verily
spring is in the air
almost
buds blossoming
bright and wide
cracking frosted shells to life

aye, me
no sad hours
long are the days of the sun
rising, setting
making time run
while at great rivers we cry
and smile cheeky smiles
growing vegetable loves
on the soggy banks of our quotidian
measured out in coffee cups

and yet
fear not
ye wise fools rushing
in and out of all things lovely
happy are the times
and long are the hours
of this long-lasting
earthbound
fire
.

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