Denise Garofalo Poems

We meander down the trail,
Following along the edge of the creek,
Hopping from dry rock to dry rock as we go.
We eye a dragonfly as it flits,
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Spring and its welcome arrival at the end of an eternal winter.
Trees turning from dead sticks to bud-filled glimmers of color to glorious leafy wonders,
Stretching up to the heavens, lifting our spirits.
Triumphant new shoots, pushing up from the cold, grey ground to the gently coaxing sunlight,
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