I wait for the thaw
That comes this time of year
Those nimble buds
Blunt and poignant
Pointed upward
Each glistening
With bits of melting
Waiting to drip
Aching to explode
With a rush into
The warm air
Rubbed whole until
They rise up and flower
The wind shakes them
Making them shudder
I drink in each limb
With my eyes
Each drip touching
My lips with
Its wet kiss
The whole world throbbing
At this touch
That first blush
Forgotten at full bloom
And longed for when
The leaves fall
And the world goes barren
That ache
That sweet ache
Priceless!
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