Late March in Minnesota

Touching the brown earth

Wishing for green and flowers

Minnesota spring

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You are the ghost in my attic. My family is convinced that you mean me no harm. Maybe even that you're like fae And I should leave you...

The other half of me craves nature, Turns up their nose at the grey Minnesota spring. But me, I'm happy with the patchwork The swathes of...

You beautiful little saviors Scored down the middle like sourdough loaves Tempering the storm that brews in my brain Composing brash...