as child, spring was

full of sensations;

first red-wing blackbird call

in half-frozen back forty

earth, released from winter’s

last sigh; deep, with scent

of promise

tractor coughing

back to life; springy

rides to muddied

fields; splat squish and suck

of rubber boots

bliss

(c) Lorraine

(image: (c) Lorraine)

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