Some sunshine
to drench the sky,

the morning cold nip
in the air,

the lingering winter grief
to weep its last,
its last-year squeak,
while moistening
glistening ball of eye,

the quickening days
the faster-lifting
day top haze
that clears the way
for more activity,
fewer lows
and higher highs,

the limits and
our possibility
float and expand,
heighth- and breadth=
and depth-
and lengthwise,

a changing fact
that charms our heart–
so very much
to its surprise.

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