Slowly Turning

Spring-like sunshine so very good for the spirit.

A sort of heart-warming soup for the soul.

Saying goodbye to the dog days of winter.

Change happens slowly.

Not yet the glory of golden daffodils.

Tiny buds tight against the cold.

Slowly turning.

Slowly turning.

Slowly turning.

Deviation, hesitation, repetition.

Were I a fungus how slow would I go?

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