As I yearn for spring, I must rememeber the proper way to yearn.


You may repose
quiety in a spring meadow,

even sprawl as the orange
crowns of milkweeds

rise about you
inviting butterflies

and honey bees
to sip their nectar,

but let your heart’s thump
be your only yawp;

tis enough to slumber
where magic grows thickest.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Walk the Line.”


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