tiny rivers
of melted snow
tickle the streets
like laughter
in an otherwise quiet room
my worry melts
soften my shoulders
with gratitude
and a promise of normal.
gratitude
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how can we feel anything *but* gratitude as spring finally descends upon us?! beautiful, lisa.
It’s great, isn’t it?!