This just in from Cynthia Bloombeetle and Scotty Thrashabout:
A Free Verse for Spring
Defying gravity, an impossible task,
a rebellion. a taste of freedom.
Spring grants wings to those crippled
by winter’s grey catatonia.
A metamorphosis of perspective
leaves Kafka turning in his grave.
Be free, young bug, but more importantly,
The soggy brown leaf,
last spring’s ray of hope
becomes an emblem of decay.
poster child for Mother Nature’s thrift store,
repurposing the colors of last season’s garb
(not yet garbage).
Hyphae spread through rot
and steep a cup of compost tea.
Drink your fill here, measure the hour
only by the path of the sun.
After all, Father Time’s always been a pretty fungi!
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