out like a lamb ...
and so march declines and april burgeons, squelching through slush and mud and notrain notsnow, hoods drawn and footsteps quick as can. umbrellas blossoming in a vain attempt to subjagate the prairie wind.
clouds scudding away to the east, faces lifted to glaringly cool sunlight. a primitive assertion that hibernation has ended. a quick nap or two, all that is left of the darktime.
fugitive drifts neath the pines dissolving. fragile shoots nestling in the undercarpet of last year's lawn. new growth curled around itself engorging thin casings. perennials thrusting for the light and heat of longer days.
voices strident with the longnight soften, warming timbres deepening laughter. touchy feely time approaching, reconnecting.
... the deck will be up soon
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