16 April 2012
Grasses appear like patches on a mangy mutt,
hinting that fullness is ahead.
But, for now, hibernation still
as some sleep a bit longer before the stretch.

Crocus, or something that looks like,
peers out of the soil
wondering if it's safe to jump forth.
Until then, few dried globes of pomegranate
hang on as if decorations left on a Christmas tree
far past its prime.

Concrete walls still visible
awaiting climbing vines and shrubs to once again
sequester them in secrecy.
The bright bulb seems to shine longer,
steady ahead.

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