I can hear the red buds calling
Calling to each other
Asking how they've been
Sharing stories
From the winter
I can see the leaves uncurling
Reaching...twisting...turning
Stretching
Growing moist with color
Sharing in bud-like conversation
I can know
The moment i see
Is a reflection of me
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