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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2316435
Reflections during a ramble.
         On this one-year anniversary I pause to reflect.
         My healed right fibula, weight-bearing, cast-free, solid, set.
         
         Today's ramble melodious with plink, plonk, plink, plonk, splat.
         Icicles shape-shifting, beating a farewell rat-a-tat.
         
         Ahead is a plump puddle, sprawled, glistening in the sun.
          My boots beat a tattoo, splash, splop, splash, splop, slurp; oh what fun.
         
         I raise my winter weary face to accept a caress.
          Happenstance a warm March day, no gale, no flakes, no duress.
         
         Mercurius March swivels, swoops, grey clouds darken the sky.
         Furious, stinging snowflakes swirl, one more fierce blizzard. Why?
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