Ready Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

Ready



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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