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| SPRING QUEEN, fully hand painted original by artist © witsend |
When on this particular day
March was trying to hold onto winter, while embracing spring
By mid-morning, the sun was already busy nurturing the grounded seeds and partially budded plants
Then the sky began to weep and Old Man Winter blew his last cold-cold breath
Scattering tiny white pellets, like confetti; onto the emerald grassy green grass
When what to my wondering eyes did I see
A round breasted robin alit in a dirt mulched barren flower bed
Her thinly twigged legs unshaken by the wild wicked winds
Not a feather ruffled or appeared out of place, nor a single shiver
As she be-bopped to the rhythm of the erratic weather
Be-bopping ever so gracefully, back and forth, forth and back
Partaking of the tiny hailed pellets, quenching her thirst
Suddenly; it dawned on me, this is the very essence of life
No matter what life throws at us, no matter the need to cry, scream...
We can remain sturdy amidst the storms of life
By simply nib, nibbling on the mere morsels from the silver lining
And just keep bob, bobbin' along.
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