The trees stand boldly,
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
swaying in the gentle wind,
but still holding ground.
A grandmother bakes
A batch of warm cookies
Peppered with butterscotch chips,
A chocolate kiss pressed in the center,
For her grandchildren
Spring is blooming
around me,
the trees flushing pink,
the wildflower-shaped freckles
scattered throughout the grass
growing darker, brighter
with the sun;
The little boy next door,
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