Bike ride

This morning I try out this Spring for size
Measure it on my early cycle ride
Wear it on my skin, let it brim my eyes,
Watch it green and grow on every side .
For Spring is the shirt you thought you’d lost
And then you find it and shake it out
And remember the colour, undimmed by frost.
Back again with a glorious shout.
Its creases will smoothe in the warmth of wear
Its patterns grow brighter with every day
As I breathe in the chilly but sun warmed air
Witness the skies and sunlight wake and play.
I thought perhaps this new season might not fit
But I find there’s more than enough of it.

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