Warmth comes wildly…
galloping galloping. A
trotting tick-tock, the
hoofbeat heartbeat of
blackberry winter.

The equinox flocks in,
on the winds,
on the wings
of many freed starlings.
Birdsong, sing-a-long,
caged no longer.

Go…go, barefoot
drum beats arouse the
slumbering soil. Spring
to the edge of winter,
and start
anew.

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