when spring is just a dream

dancing, twirling, slowly spinning into focus
hints of gold in a cold blue sky
whispers of new growth, brighter days, shorter nights
earth turning
seed sprouting
sun beaming
promise
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I’m hanging on to that promise.
Oh, yeah !!!!