"the breath of sweet spring is everywhere"

soaking up the rest of the too rare afternoon sun
it feels like California, with the
traffic picking up from the out-o f-towner's
but not really

so much green all over
buttercups, wild flowers, bunnies, robins and bee's all
hopping, flying and buzzing so naturally;
i'm in their world and love it, seen thru their eyes

the wind off the salt marsh moves like soft waves
that come up and thru my window

we have a glorious maple tree that bows to the wind
with leaves like a soft new shawl

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the woodland creatures play like little children
playing so carefree, running games of tag and
hide and seek
1st the bunnies
then the chipmunks who squeak and run up to my feet
so i squeak back and they look so curiously at me
and my laptop knowing they are safe with me free to
roam. i sit so still to get a privileged view of them
this place makes me so happy

the breath of sweet spring is everywhere

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