This breeze is coming in
from somewhere
is every bit
as intentional as
this dappled sun
these lean robins
the pagan call
of the flicker
that echoes
from the maples
shouting
what we all
already know
slowly but surely
color is returning
to this world
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Here in Boston it is less know and more desperately hope. Thanks for the reminder that spring might actually happen eventually.
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If it’s any consolation, not have a winter on the west coast just means that everything will be on fire come summer… but for now I will selfishly enjoy this balmy February day. Hang in there!
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Yes change is bound towards us all..if that is what you intend in the poem and only if i am not wrong. Color is returning to this world !! Lovely…
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Thank you, Dipti. Your blog is lovely!
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Just as the snow was starting to fall here in VA yesterday, I noticed both cardinals and robins whizzing through the backyard at the same time. Even as the ceiling is dropping in on us, the tables are turning.
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Thanks for the hope! I’m cold
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Well, it’s 72 here in Austin, he says smugly. But it’s only going to reach 69 tomorrow… Alas, winter is slated to return on Monday, with the high in the mid-30s. But spring is nigh!
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Planting peas tomorrow, spring is totally nigh 🙂
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