Mid-April on the Western Slope

This is what got me through the winter,
the hope of one more spring, exactly
like this one, with its boisterous green
and ten thousand spring beauties
climbing the hill, afternoon sunshine
brushing them with its light.
And here it is. And here am I,
my hungry eyes drinking it in,
my face grinning, my heart
thumping out a mantra of thanks.

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