Oh, spring
oh, spring seeps into my city windows,
and breathes flowing energy
into this old house.
Beyond the grime and dust
on the glass barriers,
some pale dry grass displays itself,
some clouds show off,
a prelude to the displays
of spectacular summer cloudscapes.

I breathe in new hope,
breathe out distress, stress, all the mess
I want to rid myself of.
I am working for changes,
steps at a time.

Springtime arrives.
The red chair on the porch
has withstood winters pounding snow storms.
It sits alone,
shining ruby red in the sun,
waiting for someone...

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