THAW

It took the length of a walk for the ground to give up it’s frozen exterior and allow a late March sunrise draw out its soft muddy heart. The jays are nesting in the wood and the roar of the dawn chorus demands to be heard; standing still, arms by my sides, mouth agape in wonder, I stop to enjoy this, like the frost, I know it won’t last long.

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