Green gleams beneath brown
Clouds flee before sun released
from winter’s prison
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Kitten pounces—air
Invisible insects ride
last year’s scattered leaves
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Graceful Press Poetry 
Great imagery, Jennifer. ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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I really love the first one. Winter’s prison indeed. It hasn’t even been a harsh winter, but I’m so ready for spring.
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Not harsh here, either, but pretty (normally) dreary. March now, we’re getting there!
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Yes, indeed! 🙂
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Those insects flying on last year’s leaves reminds me of stories my dad used to tell us about Red Buglet and Blue Buglet.
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Now you have to tell me more!
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My youngest sister tried to write them down from memory (my dad died twenty years ago) but we really ought to get together to put all our memories together. He had a pretty wacky imagination.
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and apparently passed on a love of storytelling 🙂
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We’re all at it 🙂
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