I am the delicate webbing
Stitched with care
That holds
The garden trees together;
The crystal drops
On the rose buds
Left from
Latest shower.
I am the hummingbird
Scouting for
Last year’s nectar;
The two robins
One singing
One building
A new residence
In a
Hanging porch plant.
The world
Becomes
A larger place
From Spring’s
Perspective.
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