Walking dusty streets where
left over snow banks and
puddles shrink, rivulets
of winter water drain
down opened drains
steadies my pace so
I stay in the sun, loving
the swing in my step.
All signs of spring on
the prairies; fresh faced
flowers and greening trees
will take centre stage soon.
“The prairie is.”
~ W.O.Mitchell,
Who Has Seen the Wind
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