Spring

spring,
it’s an emotion.

it's an ending
and a fresh start.

it's the hopeful
flower of your eye,

blooming with its back
to the browning snow.

it's the calming 
voice of the warming wind

and the newly melted ice
trickling through

the muddied streets
of a thawing heart.

it holds me again
in flowing hands

and lifts me up once more
to my mother, the sun.

emmett

VT

18 years old

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