Spring Tones, Spring Tonic - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Little green capsules
swollen from within,
the mid-March buds are filled
with sap and sassiness,
and concentrated chlorophyll.
Give me the pill.
I’ll swallow it whole.
Magic medicine, laced
with the liqueur of transformation,
now plumped and graced
with promise, rejuvenate me
in the whirling cycles of the year.
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