Creeping measures of another year; snow drops, daffodils, crocuses, icy panes, bees on camellias, wintery showers, spring light. A red kite.
Birds sing the sun into the sky and collect mosses and dried grasses to call home. Clematis buds and thinks to twine. Evenings gather, rather than fall.
I awake to pale curtains, retaining warmth, restraining the day.
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