gently now along muddy paths
a soft jump across an icy patch
ducking under the fallen tree that
still waits for me here
running again
along the path that was covered
in snow, fingers warm under
fuzzy mittens, a blur of green
and white, not of spring blossoms
yet, but of my new shoes glistening
in sunshine this beautiful morning.
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