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It must be Spring
You said so when I took apart the last
Wall of firewood and broke out of the woodshed —
Spring Has Sprung ! is how you greeted me big smile and all
The peepers are alive in the pond with sunshine
The windchimes won’t quiet down
Is it warm enough to paint the house?
Will spinach and lettuce take to the ground?
When I heave my sledgehammer onto caked ice
At the north door, will it shatter and be gone?
Will you ever feel healthy again?
These are the new questions of Spring
After months and months of deep winter answers
