Friday 6/03/2011 12:29:00 AM

patient is life as it waits on the winter's end.

the sun in punches. soft jabs through the chill. stir gentle at first. like music. a tender chorus slowly building toward a manic rebirth.

the flowers listen to the heartbeat of the earth. growing their roots in time with its tempo. soft is the first bloom. tender and fragrant. squeaking swings still swaying long after all the children have gone home.

bold mornings rife with moist skin and the ocean's heavy cloak. the sand hot under her feet. the path ahead still cold.

rigid is the last. as the chill begins to return.

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