Fermintation

 I’m wondering about spring

As I view the green coming through

After the slight rain

That has always seem to happen

In the past

For the branches to grow strong again

Become a length longer then the

Year before.

Patches begin to squeeze through the flourishment

Of the so called dead but yet adamant about coming back

Still with a weathered thought of how we will evolve

To lead to the next root of greenish nature

Overcome by the soil.

Being the same all around but each and everyone has the chance

Before the great cuttasion of joyfulness

Being out and about in your own yard

To begin all this once again

Today!