the tree limbs are now barren
breezes blow brisk and cold
yet you've risen untimely
from the earth
all alone
bright speck of yellow
amid the growing grey
yesterday's sun warmed the air
zephyrs teased the ground warming it
yet today the last leaves flutter
brown flurries falling to the ground
clouds fill with traveling geese
and speak of pending rain
little little bird
I've noticed you
you are foolish
to hope for the implausible
but when fools dare to believe in the possible
a growing tickle touches
the corners of my mouth
and I smile
written in Spring of 2018, I know not when specifically
and chance directed me to it in one of my notebooks
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MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD
