After the too long winter
I want to drop to my knees in gratitude on April’s crocus carpet
And when the sun stays up late in summer
You’ll find me in some park or garden, unwilling to depart before the final embers are extinguished by the evening cool
As squirrel-like, I feel compelled to hoard every last nugget of light.
Yet despite my annual joy when daffo…
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