Ticks
A mild winter.
No snow to shovel,
no slick sidewalks
to slip on.
No windshields
to scrape and defrost.
How we reveled in it!
But now
summer approaches.
The garden dances
in the shattering bright light.
Glorious day,
a full breath
of possibility.
But there is always
an underside
to joy.
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The title does its work!
love “shattering bright light”
A full breath of possibility and a fortune teller’s reading.