Day 2 – for National Poetry Month
my morning’s rise
a muted sun sits behind a humid sky
I gently and slowly glide
into the warm spring air
walking out along the Ozark ridge
a rich pagent of nature in prime-time
new jewels of golden crowns
play hide-n-seek down
by the woodland trees
high in the tree tops
squirrels play an extreme game of tag
even sleepy-eyed pops
two neighborly ravens mightly fly
through the cove
awakening predestined May flies
with promises of warm spring air
in the ease of close moments held
I find me in my nesting chair
Shadowleaves on Lake Ann 
“nesting chair” I love that…such a beautiful description of spring
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oh – I like this very much – love the nesting chair! So happy that we finally are seeing spring arrive – seem winter had gone on too long – hugs K
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