At last my knuckles’ skins aren’t cracked
The weeks of ice are drawing back
The drains and sidewalks gladly pull
new waters underground

Some summer plans are taking shape
Some schemes are looking not so great
Excitement comes with skies less grey
and sunshine sneaking down

Wet grass and mud smell fresh and new
The warmer air’s refreshing, too
A t-shirt and light jacket are
somehow exciting things

Now longer days are creeping in
Beyond a doubt, it’s spring again
Another spring, another try
No, I should not give up

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