My nose is running, my chest is tightening
My eyes are starting to tear
In physical infirmities
the signs of Spring are clear.
The bark is peeling, the ground is muddy
Fall’s golden leaves still deconstructing
While new shoots unfurl in crazy profusion
Bursting with buds of spring
The economy, too, shakes off disintegration
Tentative shoppers reclaim their stores
With a stylish new dress, a haircut and more
It was a winter to remember. Or maybe to forget.
Deep in winter’s gloom and fear
No thought to spring’s pollenated air
Then, suddenly, these longer days
Arrive to awaken and amaze
I cannot remember a harder season
A darker winter’s hibernation.
But in these early warming days,
Bloom signs of spring’s regeneration.
Written in March 2009, updated April 2021 post-Covid and April 2023 post our rainiest winter in decades.
NoBlueHair 
Oops This Other Eden.
GwenGwen KaplanLomak Property Group, Inc831-476-3627www.lomakgroup.comSent from my iPhone
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Nice! I just finished reading This Side of Eden by Paul Harding. Magical writing. ❤️
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I love this, and you. Thank you for the support group for allergies. 😊
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Thank you my friend. I love spring… my nose not so much😂
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Such a talented friend I am lucky to have!! Hugs
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Thank you! Love u back
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Very wonderful – your signature ought to be included
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Yeah! I will update pic. Thank you my friend
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So impressed!
Love the poem but sorry that you’re suffering. Spring is my favorite time of year.
Judi O
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I love Spring too… but my nose needs some convincing❤️
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