March 22, 2004

• Spring wakes with a yawn
  A long, gusting yawn that lasts all morning
  A yawn that pulls the sun over the horizon

  Spring hangs out in bed
  Warm under the covers
  Wishing it weren't so cold still

  She rolls over onto her back and stares at the ceiling
  And thinks about what the day will be
  What the last few days were like

  She ruminates over the ice ages and global warming
  Stonehenge and the Tropic of Cancer
  And what all that could mean

  She pokes one foot out from under the covers
  A flash of polished toenails from the darkness
  She's almost ready, but the covers are so inviting

  • 5:34 am
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