The pool water
Memory of winter
Promise of spring

Soft spring
Pearled morning dew shines
The fresh worm piles

A few pink blossoms
Their summer frocks
The rising sap

Turning into spring
The worms are making hills
In the morning dew

On the instep
A small blue swallow tattoo
Heading north

Spring is here
Two ducks in the bathing pond
Only have eyes for you

Gnarls Barkley
The relief on the weathered skin
Of an old oak tree

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