Maybe its spring or maybe its me
Everything is perfect
We are up on hill that stands alone
Away from the rest,
we have our home
Everything a little higher,
watching the city
The red brick alley is centuries old,
it has a life of its own
What you see as pot holes I see as bird baths
You just have to be here when they come
The trees are impatient as spring approaches
I have never seen an impatient tree before
Maybe its me
The bunnies have come and I saw purple flowers so I say it’s officially spring
Featured Photo by Alessandro Ferrari on Unsplash
Originally published on Medium.com
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