Spring Unfolding

Short poem on the joy of simple things

Apr 26, 2023

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Laundry on a clothesline — Photo by aitorserra

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“Folded neatly,” my mother said.

The sheets hang on the line
Smelling of warm
Spring sunshine and blossoms.

As I approach I see them
Alive, flapping in a sudden
Breeze, breathing in the 
Fresh air, 
Opening their
Pores to welcome the sun.

It seems a pity to take them down,
Suppress their joy.

I don’t want to neatly fold.
I want to sit and enjoy
Their delight in the day.

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