The spring rains wash away
the last of the mud-encrusted snow.
The cocoons burst
like overfilled water balloons.
The leaves emerge darker,
a more emerald, sea-foam green.
The dew-laden air will rush through the house
like an excitable puppy.
And I will dance with a spring-in-my-step,
umbrella in hand, like Fred Astaire.
John Johnson is a writer and entrepreneur from McLean, Virginia. He is the author of Everydata: The Misinformation in the Little Data You Consume Every Day. His poetry focuses on capturing the essence of everyday experiences.
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