Spring is coming...

Spring will be here soon.

I can feel her even from this distance.

Warm and gentle,

Blooming and alive,

Inviting and scented,

she comes.


And I ask myself,

How many more springs will I meet in this life?

The question isn’t meant to be melancholy.

Just a reminder,

to myself

to savor every moment;

every wildflower beaming at me 

from the side of the road.

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