10 Words by Ken: rebirth,
fertile, feverish, metamorphosis, tendril, migration, tentative, exhale, syrup,
emerge
Though spring is late, it
was worth the wait,
Earth yearning to break,
rebirth in its wake.
Like a fertile tendril,
climbing with such skill,
The plant of free will,
spiraling consistently uphill.
Calling me to emerge!
Outside on the verge,
Demanding exploration for
all spring creations.
Unknown destinations and
unending inspirations,
My own unique migrations
and choices of determination.
Syrup and pancakes, or
snakes and lakes?
Breakfast will be missed;
mistakes made to subsist.
Feverish…
A tad preventative, boring
duties, tentative,
I exhale and inhale,
prevailing the trail.
The scents of spring bring
me to a place not easily explained…
Bliss in knowing, abysses
forgoing,
Persisting to exist, in my
individual spring metamorphosis.
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