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I am tired of smatterings

A smattering of snow when the earth cracks dry

A smattering of crocuses who can’t tell time

A smattering of left-over autumn leaves unwilling to fall

A smattering of chocolate chips not enough for cookies

And I am tired of only a modicum of hope

But I remember Newton:

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

The opposite of these smatterings?

Not exactly but Perhaps

A blizzard encasing fields of un-pruned cone flowers

As new buds on the old lilac bushes hold their own

Obvious dust on the book shelves

A myriad of photo albums to update

(And what could be better than

A new bag of chocolate chips for the making)

But still

I am tired of only a modicum of hope




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