Poem: We Rouse with It

Waters ripple and flash
With spring light and zephyr’s caress.
Pigeons coo and bow in hopeful courtship.
Black heron stretches majestic on a buoy;
Untroubled by a preening drake,
Or the seagull bobbing a mid-flight break,
Cajoled by his impatient tribe.
Waking trees whisper
Of warm times to come.
Spring has sprung.
And we rouse with it.

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