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  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

It's Here-Almost

You can all but smell it, taste it, it’s that close.

Spring is almost upon us.

I enjoy the winter up until now when we’re

looking forward to warmer weather. I’m sure the birds

who stay here all winter feel the same.

The effort to continually fluff up their feathers adding  

extra warmth must become a pain in the neck.

            Today is the first I’ve felt a slight touch of warmth.

 A hint is a better way to put it.

Author’s comment: It feels as if we’ve come out of

hibernation. And look ahead to the next six months   

without hauling on heavy sweaters, coats and replace them  

instead with T-shirts or whatever.

Time to warm up the barbeque, if you haven’t used it

all winter.

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