Spring

II was observing delicate
blackbirds feasting on seeds that I
have given them. They gathered all
around to pick at one. Traces
of electricity filled my
cheeks as I watched them from the bench.
Leaves shuffled on the grass, with the
sun pouring light onto it. To
me, they were impressionistic
brushstrokes filling up a canvas
for the spring, it was beautiful.
The sounds of passing cars let me
know that I was in the present,
with the sound of the gentle wind
following suit; accompanied
by bird sounds. The air smelled of rain
water and honey by the sea.
I've been reborn in the green spring
after a turbulent blue winter.

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