Full creek,
cloudy with sediment
and the rush of fresh rains
a musty, mossy scent
thickens the air
the forest is fluttering,
floating by
rivers of motion:
cascades of winter wren trills
branches heavy with buds
children
little dogs
muddy-footed runners
lovers
even the skinny jean advertisers
are taking in
the first luxurious morsels
of spring.
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