The theme for this prompt at dVerse Poets is from Grace and is of False Spring and here in Northern New York in the Capital Region we’ve been experiencing a Mother Nature who just can’t seem to make up her mind about which way to go with this whole change of season thing as temps have been fluctuating on some occasions from 35-40 degrees one day to 65-70 the next … and numerous times.
Thinking about wishing for Spring to finally take hold and shake off Winter I actually posted something new with that in mind just a few days ago so the timing is pretty darn near perfect for me to simply add this intro.
Thanks Grace.
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Clouds
It’s time to let birds flutter and feather the shapes of clouds
wing finger flitter away the unslacking closed
airlessdoldrum’sboredomwinteredwindowswantonmonotony
to give slack with renewed bird flown purpose autonomy
and name clouds from our backs
again
finally
like Lucy and Linus and Charlie
Frankenberry's Attic 
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