Wow do I love watching the world come back to life in spring. I can feel the seasonal depression washing off me whenever I see a tiny green leaf out budding out in the wild. I can’t help but write about it.
Spring Flocks
The budding leaves
resemble birds with wings,
Newly fixed on their perch.
Birds of the flesh and feather
Return to let out their spring calls,
cheering on these budding
echoes of themselves,
to unfurl and take flight.
MaddWierd Poetry 